My grip tightens on my less-than-satisfactory lukewarm beer; the tension and flexing of my fingers causing the glass to shatter in my clutch. I’m angry. Actually, I’m down right pissed and there’s nothing I can do about it. Not yet anyways. For the moment I’m biding my time, waiting for the perfect chance to make my move. I don’t know how all of this will play out and right now I don’t care. I just know I need to do something. Something to shake me out of this fog.
I paced. The walls of the room seemed to close in as my breathing accelerated. Yeah, going out was a bad idea, but I needed some fresh air. I would mingle with the others, wandering aimlessly about in the rain, but I wouldn’t shield myself. No coat and no umbrella. I need to feel. And I need to forget her.
©Kelly Miles 2014