The boy, the dreamer, sat at his computer and withered away some more. When he was a child, he withered in front of a television screen. When he was a teenager, he withered at the words of a girl.
Eyes grow tired, muscles get weaker, time feels faster. Painful truths are labeled ‘Parts of growing up.’ If this is the case, he thinks, then aging is being shoved into briers while salt heals the wounds in time for the next round.
He needs money, but doesn’t want to need money. Advertisements demand attention, so he watches.
He checks his phone again.
The tone was set from the beginning and never faltered. Painted a very clear image in my head. Loved it
For 101 words..I was there..I got!
WoW, The truth in advertising. You may be the Joan Didion of flash fiction.