Guest post by my husband. David F. (Aspiring writer)
The alarm clock in the room was going off, like a red alert from the emergency broadcast system. He heard it getting louder and louder but couldn’t seem to find the energy to reach over to the wooden highboy and snooze it. The sunlight pushed through the flimsy curtains that adorned the windows, making the heat in the room oppressive. A strange odor came from the kitchen. It was a combination of dirty ashtrays, spoiled milk and an overused litter box. John had finally summoned the strength to get out of bed. He planted one foot on the wood floor, and then the next. He stood up using the headboard for support. Pain shot through his heel, radiating upwards. Screamed profanities exited his mouth. A shiny brass tack had embedded itself into the skin. He quietly cursed his wife’s “TO DO” corkboard that hung from the wall next to their bed. He hopped his way into the bathroom, and opened the medicine cabinet. He pushed several expired prescriptions to the side. He found the Bactine, and some gauze pads, removed the tack, and then dabbed the antiseptic onto the pin sized bleeding hole.
It was almost time to leave for work, and John hadn’t even showered or eaten yet. After quickly showering he got dressed, and grabbed a banana before heading out the door. He slowly crept down the aged wooden staircase, hoping not to disturb the landlord. Creaking slats rotted by age, and termites wouldn’t allow for stealthy maneuvers. The cold steel door of the landlord’s apartment opened, and there stood Gino, a balding overweight hairy gorilla type, in a stained white t-shirt, and boxer shorts. “Where’s the rent deadbeat?” he said as phlegm stuck to his lips. John wimpishly replied, “I am on it, and I will have it soon”. Gino looked over at him shaking his head back and forth, “You got till the end of the week, then I’m kicking you and your bony ass girl to the curb.” John just nodded, and quickened his pace down the staircase, and out of the building.
A patch of gray clouds now covered the sun that was blazing down earlier. They hung like overstuffed ashy cotton balls above his head. The imminent rainstorm was ok since his job was located just down the block from the apartment. Work was tedious and repetitive at the pet shop. Cleaning fish tanks, changing poopy paper from the dog and cat cages, and restocking shelves. The day went by quickly, nothing much ever happened at “Rod’s Fuzzy Friends”.
After work John made his way back to the apartment building stopping at the corner bodega to pick up a tall boy, and some Twinkies. Creature comfort foods at their best. He didn’t have to worry about disturbing the landlord this time around. Gino was only good for one speech a day, and after that he was too drunk to bother. Entering the apartment John reached for the light switch, click, nothing. He switched it up and down, click, click, and still nothing. Tagged to the door read a note, FINAL NOTICE POWER SHUT OFF FOR NON-PAYMENT. He ripped the note off the door, crumpled it, and let it drop to the floor. Like the rent, the bills hadn’t been paid, the refrigerator was empty, and his wife had left him. He lit a candle and made his way over to the bed. The tallboy and Twinkies would keep him company until he nodded off.
Irina is the owner and editor at I love my kids Blog. Mom of 2. She enjoys writing about parenting tips, DIY projects and feature lots of toys and products for family and kids of various ages.