Coral Weigel
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Father
The day dawns darkly, as the days always did. Megalomaniacal autocrats with big red buttons made sure of that, leaving the sky a nuclear-born haze that blocked out the sun. Chris sits on the edge of his bed in the semi-darkness with his head in his hands. The blaring of the alarm clock continues uninterrupted for a minute, and drowns out the nothing in his head. Finally, rubbing his face, Chris sits upright and deliberately pushes the button silencing the alarm. The hum of the generator replaces it, but only serves to underline the quiet of his mind. He doesn’t bother to turn on the light.
By Coral Weigel3 years ago in Fiction