Just a Short Story Rattling in My Journal

“Today, it seems as though the world is falling apart. A part of my has shriveling and died, blown away like dust in the wind. My soul is bound and broken on the floor and I cannot muster the strength to pick the shattered pieces and tape them back together. Oh, how I wish to be free of these shackles of torment. Nothing can save me now. These will be the last words that I will ever write.”

James stared at his computer, counting the blinks of his cursor. It was mocking him, calling him a coward. He would never go through with it. In fact, on the one hundredth blink, James would hold down the backspace button, until ever single last letter of his pathetic misery was erased. He would then slurp down the cold remains of his watery coffee, kiss his wife goodbye and head off the yet another day of work; whistling through the entire ritual. He was a coward.