Mundanity of Routine

Wednesday - Spectre of the Brocken: #title

She points out the erratic thumping of my heart, a sensation I reluctantly acknowledge. 

Deciding a shower might help to wash the stink, I turn on the water, but she intervenes, abruptly shutting the water off with a reminder about the trash not being taken out – “it’s Wednesday, ya know.” She says.

She coaxes me back from the task with a promise of a drink, but my mind is elsewhere. She sits, engrossed in a letter to her sister. I grapple with the urgent need for a fucking shower. How can I sneak away with her vigilant gaze consistently on me?

The clock reads 7:35 AM, and the intrusive ring of the phone disrupts my fragile state. The world’s demands encroach, paranoia settles in, clawing at my psyche. 

The message light flashes. I reluctantly check the voicemail. Predictably, it’s my nosy neighbor, echoing the same reminder about the trash not being taken out. “It’s Wednesday, ya know.” He says.

The mundane repetition of this day somehow feels like a cosmic conspiracy, refusing to leave me at peace.

“It’s Wednesday, ya know.”

Wednesday: You can find this story in the collection “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the Observer.”

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Ran Kime, a writer, poet, musician and recluse from New Hampshire, crafts abstract stories, flash fiction & poetry that probe the psyche. His collections include “Spectre of the Brocken: Halo for the observer” and “Way Past Tipsy & Other Silent Cries for Help”.