It felt so much like a Wednesday – porous and drifting. Just what he needed.
It wasn’t quite cold enough to start a fire, which kind of threw him. It’s always nice to have a fire to work by. But he reasoned with himself that the digs were getting shallower. The doctor said that was a good thing – his need was lessening to build defenses from the debris he found. She thought he was inching closer to jumping off and grabbing the drifting instead.
He so wanted her to be right. But he wasn’t sure.
He looked down at his journal. Apparently he had been writing in it.
there’s so much blood all over my un-reach.
This is the refrain. I need to re-write the refrain. I need to let it rain.
Damn, I also need to work on my rhyming. Like, stop doing it.
Some of you might have read this, I started this short series earlier this year, and as it was pretty rough and piece meal, decided to edit the whole thing and re post it.