End of a dreamIt was a weird feeling, this. Having a grown man clinging to you, crying. Not only a grown man but one several years older than me. He had his head on my shoulder, hands clinging to the back of my coat as he quietly stood there with a few tears spilling down his face. Meanwhile, I was trying to sort out how I felt about this entire situation: surprised, perplexed and needed. I felt as if he needed me at that moment and that was why I felt like several rather big butterflies were fluttering about in my abdomen. This man, this rational genius of a man, the one I clung to for support was now as much in need of me as I usually was of him.End of a dream3 weeks ago in Short Stories
One way or another Sunny walked cautiously down the street with a quick stride, glancing over his shoulder often in search of watching eyes, for he was afraid. He wanted to get home to his wife and young son and make sure they were all right. They didn’t know it but they were as deep in this as he was and he had to keep them safe.One way or another3 weeks ago in Short Stories
Sunny was in his early twenties, with a decent office job and a wonderful family, but the note he had found on his desk written in red ink had nearly scared him to death. It read “we need to discuss your poor finances.”
They were coming for him.
Sunny suddenly stopped in front of the gaping shadowed mouth of an alleyway. It was a shortcut home that he used all the time before he had developed such a paranoid fear of everything, but he wondered if he should go through it this time. Maybe the people who were after him wouldn’t expect him to take that route. He d