*I wrote this in 2018 and haven’t even bothered to edit it so bare with me* The carpeted floor of the front room of my parent’s house was a treat for the bare soles of my feet. It was an ambiguous summer’s day; one that had seen sun and rain and cloud all in the same afternoon. The heat had maintained its hold on the air, which clung to clothes like damp breath. There was a deadness to it that had the effect of suffocating the sound of silence. The windows were open on the north and east facing walls which were made-up primarily of glass planes, causing the room to become a sun-trap during the mornings. Now, however, in the shade of the afternoon, it was the coolest room in the house, and was a much coveted oasis away from the heat of the outside world.
Short Story: Spiteful Prick
Short Story: Spiteful Prick
Short Story: Spiteful Prick
*I wrote this in 2018 and haven’t even bothered to edit it so bare with me* The carpeted floor of the front room of my parent’s house was a treat for the bare soles of my feet. It was an ambiguous summer’s day; one that had seen sun and rain and cloud all in the same afternoon. The heat had maintained its hold on the air, which clung to clothes like damp breath. There was a deadness to it that had the effect of suffocating the sound of silence. The windows were open on the north and east facing walls which were made-up primarily of glass planes, causing the room to become a sun-trap during the mornings. Now, however, in the shade of the afternoon, it was the coolest room in the house, and was a much coveted oasis away from the heat of the outside world.