Sunday, 3 March 2013


For all I know, I wasn’t drunk that night. Not that drunk.

I stumbled out of the building, angry and upset. It was too much. I had just lost my job and now my landlord was going to throw me out. There was some argument, some more of breaking things and a few papers on the floor. I might’ve been drinking some, yes, but I clearly was not blurred. Or was I?

My last story on yourstoryclub is done, finished and tagged with my fourth and last Editor's Choice. It is a story about the sad fact of realization and the weight of death, upon your head.

So, this is it. Farewell.

Read the whole thing here: Your Story Club: Farewell