Break From Reality. Daily.
This story is by Erica Roberts and was part of our 2020 Fall Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here. The twins had been riding in the bike trailer, eating fruit snacks and laughing at their dad struggling to bike them up a small hill, when the car hit them. Lex…
Marty was slow to wake, slow to rise on the morning of his seventy-fifth birthday. At least, he thought it was morning until he eyed the green 12:06 on his alarm clock. Instinctively, he rolled over and felt for Lori but the bed was empty and neat aside from the crumpled sheets on his side. He groaned into his pillow and listened to the quiet.
The hum of the fan, the rumble of cars a block away, his own inhales and exhales. He could almost feel the quiet house with its thick, cold walls closing in on him. He got up then, with the agility of a man much younger than seventy-five.
