kendelkirk
the abandoned hospital stood on the edge of the back road, a forgotten pile of cement and rock that society was now just waiting for it to finish decaying. People around those parts believed the inside to be unstable, but that hadn't ever stopped youth from going inside in search of old narcotics left behind and for blank surfaces to practice their graffiti on.
He had washed his sheets so religiously each week that pills had begun to build on the surface of them. At night he would lie awake, sleep disturbed by his feet feeling the rough texture beginning to build, all for the sake of his need for things to be kept very clean.
It had been a tradition, between them, to share who they currently had feelings for. Yet this time when she had asked him, he had grown quiet and turned away.
"So it's serious then" She at last breathed quietly, breaking the silent that had unbearably built up between them.
They had almost made it to the bank of the river. That was until the others had caught up, breathless and terrified.
The boxes were all packed up, the reminders of their lives tucked away beneath the brown cardboard, and as they had put the remaining items out of sight into the last box, they began to feel that awful transition that comes with moving; the feeling of home being nowhere, as it is uprooted and having to be transplanted elsewhere, with the added worry of if it could continue to grow and flourish in a new environment.
Forty years, he had put into the company, Forty years of hard work. That was until they asked for his resignation. "Give one of the younger employees a chance" They had said, "Train them, as you are the best", until finally, it was "We just think someone younger would be better for the job. Besides," They then added, as if it made all of the difference, "It'll be nice for you to retire and spend more time with your wife." His wife had passed away three years ago. They had forgotten, and it was because of this that he had avoided retiring for so long.
centered on the small side table was an armillary sphere with an arrow shooting through it, golden in hue. It was still spinning slowly from someone-or something, having just recently moved past it.
She grasped the compass in her one tiny, cold hand, the other fumbling against the rocky side of the mountain as she tried to find a sturdy grasp. The wind would not abait itself from blowing in her face, throwing startling snow flurries at her so much that she could barely see ahead of her.
Atlas is my dog's name and he is sitting right next to me ahaha I can't take this one seriously and this is all I can think to write.
The lease was up, the boxes packed. He sat looking at them all in his apartment, a maze that he had been having to find his way through as he had collected his remaining items. He was unsure of where he would be when they were finally unpacked again. Still, it hadn't been so hard for him to put all the reminders packed into the boxes and finally out of sight.
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