Technology has consumed most of my life since my early teens. I was always fascinated by a computer program’s ability to perform outstanding tasks and create industries. Indulging in my obsession has ostracized me from socials and relationships.
The final nail in the coffin was Tammy receiving the house. I thought I could survive paying alimony and child support, but the judge’s house ruling drained any spirit I had in the tank. Considering Tammy tore apart our family by having an affair
My puffed cheeks deflate as hot air blows out of my mouth. I look at the queue in front of me, shaking my head that I’m at the municipality for the third time in the last three months to correct an inaccurate charge for my electricity bill.
My eyes drifted from one sentence to the next. I seethed as I glared at the word choice, flow and structure. They were…perfect. How could somebody write so majestically? Moreover, it bothered me that her writing was significantly superior to mine.
I switched off my phone because putting it on silent didn’t deter Nikki from calling me for the umpteenth time. On so many occasions, I told her that I would call her when I wasn’t with clients. I noticed from the beginning that she was a bit crazy
A smile on my face appeared as the email that I waited for the entire year had arrived. This year will be different. I know it. My heartbeat gained a bit of momentum. I’m apprehensive about opening it. What if it’s not what I’m expecting?
Mandy wasn’t the most qualified candidate I invited to my house. She didn’t have a culinary degree or butler experience like some of the professionals I saw. She didn’t even have a driver’s license, which was necessary for going to the supermarket
The twenty people in front of me clapped after I finished the last song. This wasn’t how I pictured my career turning out at the age of forty. I thought I would be selling stadiums. Producing great songs wasn’t enough in this industry to make it big
I down another shot of tequila. I think that was the fifth one. Maybe sixth. I’m not sure. Who cares? It’s not like anyone at home is going to complain if I come late or drunk. I tap the shot glass on the bar, and the barman nods at me
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Mr Walters. He was my father’s right-hand man for almost twenty years. “My condolences, Keira. If there’s anything I can do, let me know.” I nodded. My father spoke highly of Mr Walters