Brittle
It had been five years. Five years of interminable aching before I could sleep, and five years of disbelieving when I awoke. Five years of not knowing what to do with myself at breakfast, dinner and lunch. Five years of remembering.
But on the advent of the sixth, something changed. I awoke one morning, curious.
I lifted the shades. Dust motes sparkled as they fell through the sunlight that poured into my tomb. My skin warmed to its touch.
I looked outside. The trees seemed greener that I remembered.
I looked inside. It was over.
* Leland Thoburn has had 30 stories picked up for publication. He was the runner-up in Writers Journal’s 2008 Fiction Contest and he won the 2009 Arkansas College Media Conference award for fiction. You can find more at http://lelandthoburn.wordpress.com
