This was originally part of the 100 Themes Challenge that I stopped doing due to college starting up at the time. Lately however, I decided to look back on my entries for it and see which ones I could polish up. This is one of them.
Also, this story is the most reflective I’ve gotten in my fiction writing; there are quite a few parallels between what’s contained here and my own life.
Marked “Mature” due to a slur, even though it was used sarcastically.
“It’s been twenty years,” Zach thought to himself. He lied there in his briefs on his bed on a lazy Saturday morning. He was in that state of waking up where you would be wide awake, but you didn’t want to get out of bed just yet. “It’s been twenty years since he left me…since he left us.” Continue reading