by Erich Alejandro
I can’t take the isolation any more, he thought. I should just go out. What’s the harm? I can’t hide in here forever. Life goes on! People need connection! Am I just going to live in fear? Trapped for days, weeks? How long has it even been? And I’ve accomplished NOTHING the whole time I’ve been in here. I swore I was going to be productive but that lasted all of 5 minutes. It’s fine. It will be fine. I should just go out. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna go.
“Have you seen your father? I can’t find him anywhere and I need his help.”
Okay, maybe just another 30 minutes in the garage…then I’ll go back.
You can connect with Erich on Twitter.
Write Then & There 