(Author’s note: After having 2 and a half of the toughest weeks that I’ve ever had, including fighting off illness and dealing with a crapton of stress that just wouldn’t quit, I’m largely doing okay. Here’s Today’s fictioneers.)
by Miles H. Rost
The couch was the point of no return.
Harvey sat, his legs curled up underneath, exhaustion seeping from every pore of his body.
It was so bad, he couldn’t eat properly. The gourmet pizza, and bottle of expensive wine, sat barely touched on a counter. He could eat it later, but by that time, the wine might have turned to vinegar.
He sat, staring at the blank wall in front of him, the couch being his place of refuge.
He wanted out of his life, but had to return to the 9 to 5 the next morning.
In his exhaustion, he cried.
It felt wrong clicking like, but writing is a great healer. I hope that you are soon rid of the stress and feeling better in your self. Stress is a real nasty thing.
Stress leads to all sorts of issues. Hope Harvey gets the much deserved rest he needs! Well written.
Gosh this is so sad, you can really feel the stress 😦
Sounds like you’ve poured yourself onto the page. Hope you have a better week next week.
I know what it’s like when things go completely south.
Glad you’re doing better.
Well done with the story. Sometimes when you’re down, it feels like everything implodes at once.
A good night sleep cures a lot.
What a dismal place to be in, where even pizza doesn’t taste good. Loved the juxtaposition of wanting to leave his life with the obligations to his job. Glad the job won out.
Hoping your own situation turns around…
Hope you start feeling better. I know that sense of being caught up in the graind, although mine isn’t so much the 9 to 5 but driving kids everywhere and trying to get them to understand money doesn’t grow on trees. Actually, my husband has that trouble with me too and he is caught up in the work grind. Hang in there. As I’m telling myself a bit at the moment, the sun will pop out again any minute. Indeed, it was sunny today but I opted to stay indoors writing and doing research. Must get out tomorrow.
Very sad situation to be in when everything gets on top of you and it seems there is only one way out.
Stress is absolutely exhausting. Down to the core. Great story and I hope things lighten for you.
A great piece of writing.
Your frustration/stress seems to have come out in your writing; a good release.
Ah! The monotonous work life! Lovely description.