The swell in the corner of the hallway ceiling has finally cracked and burst. No longer will it be ignored.
I wasn’t really ignoring it…I knew it was there; it’s just I couldn’t afford to notice it.
Money’s been tight since you’ve been gone.
I feel like the hole in the Artex ceiling is taunting me. It knows that I too will soon crack and burst under the pressure of it all. The tea-stained cavity will remain long after I’ve gone and proclaim to whoever shall see it: “He couldn’t cope on his own: how weak, how pathetic, how tragic!”
How, indeed. What happened to who, what, why, and when? And where is this story going?
Great characterisation: I really feel for this guy, he’s been through a rough time and is being very harsh on himself! Your metaphor is effective because it’s easily relatable. Nice work.
Powerful- haunting. Well done.
Great piece and a sad indictment of the fact that having survived the worst of times we fear that others will judge us on the cosmetic things that don’t matter.
Great job!