The LossThe Loss3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
George Ragan felt his eyes burning inside his head from the neon red light of the clock on the small beside table. He listlessly stared up at the ceiling, his sigh the only noise in his room besides the wheezing of a slow-moving ceiling fan.
He couldn’t remember the last time he slept well.
Every minute seemed to be moving like hours. The slowness was killing him. If he wasn’t going to sleep, he might as well get up and do something about it.
George shuffled bare feet across the dirty carpet of his apartment into his bathroom. The click of the light switch announced the blinding dullness of the fluorescent bulb. George looked at the array of crap littering his sink counter. Pills, empty cans, dirty tissues, wrappers, and shit. Some kind of liquid. George scrunched his nose up at the thought.
“Fucking slob,” he said shoving the mess into the floor.
On second thought, he picked up a random pill from the