this morning #550.

this morning, feeling fully forgotten, he went for a wandering walk to talk it over with his god, hoping he’d be listening at this early hour. the late fall air held cold, trapped beneath the grey sky. he pulled his hood tight, lifted a scarf up over his nose & buried his hands deep in his coat pockets. in this bound position, he felt somewhat safe despite the spite in his heart. this is what he wanted to mull over with his maker—the anger that’d risen up after being let go from a job he’d had for the last ten years. on that final day at the office, he’d been set adrift, miffed & aimless, shamelessly degrading himself over drinks. without fail, it always led to resentment. god knows there had to be a better way.