Lifeline
Mar 30th, 2016 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Things had been bad: misfortune compounding until he just couldn’t face going home. He’d stopped the car near a wooded area; pulled a handgun out of the glove compartment; and started walking, not even bothering to lock up.
Struggling through ground cover, not worrying about the poison ivy, Billy eventually happened upon a path. He followed it, wanting to ensure he was out of earshot, lest he somehow fluff it and be saved.
The revelation of his resolution brought him to a halt and heightened his senses. The colours of the foliage throbbed like an LSD trip, contrarily grounding him.
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