Tuesday Night
It is five past six on Tuesday evening. I’m from my errands on some matters I’m working on. Deadline is tomorrow morning so everything has to end by today night. I pass by the shop and buy myself two cigarettes. I have to relieve myself of all this work I’ve been doing all week. Furthermore, I left some change in the morning when I passed by. I staff my two rolls in my bag and head on home. Can’t wait to drop this bag off my shoulders drop myself on that couch. I don’t have a lighter and I used my last match stick last night. I head back to the shop and buy a packet of matchboxes. That will take me for some weeks. Before I get to open the door, this key has no idea how I feel currently. So it better not bring up the bullshit it does everyday. The first twist and the door opens. “Miracles are true; I guess” I murmur to myself. I look back at the door as I walk away just to be sure it’s the same house I get to every night. This key never opens that fast the other days. I’m so tire...