After he'd gathered a pretty good buzz. He had to be careful going out for too long, people would notice. He poured quickly the warm beer into a sort of coffee cup, and swigged it quickly. 

She wouldn't notice another beer but he would.

At dinner which revolved around their own...

It was about the time of night where people started making plans. Where to stay and who to stay with. He was scrolling through different apps. Sending texts or likes to different people in his life. In his online life. Sort of circling back. Reminding people he was there. 

It wasn’t...

Everyone was now on an app. He liked that. Everyone was forced, so it was like the good old days of Facebook. Everyone had to at least make two posts a day. Then your peers would rate how honest it was. Or how honest it felt to them.

He liked the...

There were a lot of things in his truck. Not in the seat next to him but behind him. He was ready with a toolbox and other things some for safety but others momentos from past jobs and his dad. Things his dad had in his truck he had in...

"This fucking guy." Sean says. Slamming his horn, he was waiting at the airport. 

He had been in his defense a little late almost three hours. But he had been watching this app at home that was supposed to alert him to the plane arrival but he actually had it...

The menu had a whole section for omelettes, all different kinds. Farmers, with potatoes in it, a big piggy that had bacon in it and ones with vegetables, or even greek cheese. His mouth was watering. The coke arrived in a red cup plastic with sort of dinosaur scales on...

He felt like he had reached a sort of safe haven. Despite his journey, while it was long. Days and nights he felt like he walked here everything was fine. Everything was the way it was supposed to be. The whole show was orchestrated by two women. Older than him...

He was starting to sweat now, and chaff. He was in Jeans, and the underwear he had on were from the morning, even the morning before. He wasn't sure. He imagined himself passing under the lights and regular intervals was like passing forward a day every 100 steps. Over and...

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

He almost heard someone say. A voice but around him there was nothing. He was by a graveyard a little while back. He thought or maybe it was a bug. Maybe it was all this walking all the time he passed through was getting...

The streets were blue he thought, or purple or some dark color. Only under the street lamps was there a orange glow. 

Its not that he wanted the walk to end, he couldn't remember the last time he'd walk this far. He had on himself now just a grey hoodie....