Well, I missed a week. It probably won’t be the last time, but I’ll try to plan better for at least the next few weeks. Welcome back to Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors at SamTWillis.com. The story so far has its own, dedicated page for catch-up purposes, if you’re interested. We’re sticking with Shane, and it’s a few hours later. Night has fallen, and he’s still in the same spot.
He’s not coming, obviously he’s never coming, but I can’t think of anything else to do but wait. At some point staring at an empty parking lots turns into staring at the insides of my eyelids, and I’m out for what feels like the first time in a week.
In my dreams I’m back on the couch at Gwen’s house, Charlie is out in the side bedroom, his medication has knocked him out early again. The two of them, those idiots who couldn’t be bothered to just wait until he was across the country, are all over each other. I can’t see them, my head won’t seem to turn that way, but the couch shifts continuously in time with their…everything. Ryan’s back bumps into me, there’s nowhere near enough couch for me to stay here, I need to give up on the idea that my presence is a deterrent to anything. They’ve clearly forgotten I’m even in the room. I get up, off the couch, and trudge towards the basement, making no effort to be quiet about it, the lights flashing weirdly in my face, hurting my eyes.
Said eyes pop open, in the car behind the store again, and the light that’s flashing at me is attached to a police cruiser because of course it is. Half asleep, and not even thinking about the right thing to do, I get out of the car with my hands stuffed in my pockets.
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