In case you haven’t noticed, it’s August already.
The eighth month of the year.
2015 is over the halfway mark and I have no fucking clue where the time has gone. The Stones may have had time on their side, but this humble blogger can’t seem to figure out which end is up these days. Actually, that isn’t entirely true. This year has just been somewhat of a sleep-deprived, muddled smear thus far with many a personal changes and many a stories developing, filling notebooks and other such blank pages in the forms of novels, shorts, and poems.
Speaking of such vowel movements, a new short story of mine entitled Finality has been published by the good folks of questionable taste over at Every Writer’s Resource. Kind enough to sully their site with the likes of my prose, EWR: Short Stories has even gone so far as to feature my story on their front page.
She lay on the bed crying, the tears wouldn’t cease. The world was so god-damn unfair. She had gone to bed two hours earlier in an attempt to escape the memories and find some much needed rest. Rest eluded her, as did any form of peace or solace. It had been a week since his departure. Though it wasn’t his fault, she couldn’t help but feel resentment, a supreme anger.
He had left her alone.
He had left her in pain.
Fault didn’t matter as she cried into the sprawling loneliness of the apartment bedroom. The sobs ricocheted off of the walls, rippling through the tiny, sparsely furnished one bedroom walk-up they shared.
The night he abandoned them, alcohol flowed heavily. Whiskey always flowed heavily. After another bottle, another fight, he disappeared. The last memory she had was the revving of his engine, the screeching of his wheels.
To read the story in it’s entirety, visit EWR: Short Stories Finality page here and keep your eyes peeled for upcoming announcements on other offerings of the vaguely literary variety. Now log off and go do something productive with your weekend!
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