PnF - The Unicorn Room pt 2 of 2Spring thaw had only just begun by late March that year. Danville had been struck with one last snowstorm before the sun decided to finally warm up the Tri-State area. The birds were returning from their annual migration to the South, buds were appearing in the trees and puddles of melted snow were scattered around the park like spots on a Dalmatian.PnF - The Unicorn Room pt 2 of 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The fresh smell of something new was in the air, but even with all the life around him, whether it be birds singing or children splashing in puddles and laughing, Mitch still found it hard to enjoy. That day had always been hard for him to live, or at least it had been for the past decade or so. Ever since he had begun to take medication nearly four times a year, Mitch found it difficult to stomach the idea of growing a year older without his best friend there.
I'll do it every year on your birthday, Pal.
Like pie, you will.
Cross my heart. Every year on your birthday. It'll be like a tradition.
A really dorky tradition.
At least your f
PnF - The Unicorn Room pt 1 of 2"It was really thoughtful for you and your sons to come and help clean the garage, Linda," Calleigh said as she sat down in the living room with her college friend. "Mitch has been so stressed lately. Helping hands was certainly something he needed."PnF - The Unicorn Room pt 1 of 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mitch is always stressed," Linda teased as she crossed her legs and took a sip from her coffee. "He worries too much about everything."
Calleigh shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know," she replied. "He's just overprotective of things. He makes promises to people and he worries he'll break them. He's done that with my mother."
"With good reasons."
"Well yes, of course." Calleigh drank some of her tea before stirring it and looking at their wedding picture on the wall. "Although, you and I both know he gets exceptionally stressed this time of year," she said softly. "He's getting better, but it's like teaching a toddler to walk; one step at a time."
Linda set her cup down and leaned over her lap. "Is he still on medication?" she asked.