My great-grandfather had been a glass blower, like his father before him and the cottage they lived in had stayed in the family, though my father had broken that line. I hadn’t know my father that well and despite the glass making trade being gone, there was something in my heart and soul that drew me towards it.
I didn’t set out to make any money from my glass designs, it was just a hobby but then it turned out people were interested to own my pieces and before I know it, I had brought my great-grandfather’s trade back to life.
The mall was closing down after forty years, having finally given into crippling debt, so all the shops that were still open were selling everything off.
Not since the first years of opening his small fast food stand, had Pablo been so busy serving hot dogs, burgers and sugared donuts, his stall was the only place left to get food in the mall now.
What would happened to him afterwards? Pablo didn’t know, those were thoughts for the future and he had always been about living in the now, so the mall was closing but there would always be hungry people to feed, he just had to go out and find them.
The weekend market was busy, the stalls weighed down with a range of goods from clothes to bric-bric, household items to a world of foods and people were everywhere, scrambling over the best deals that the sellers were yelling out like singers of heavy metal bands.
Adam, keeping his head down, went to a book stall and began looking through the titles, then with a glance to the occupied seller, he started slipping books into his padded jacket.
Walking away, Adam went start home, where he sat on his broken sofa and began reading one of the books.
Joan walked onto the old railway bridge and climbed up the safety fence with some difficult. She sat, only just balanced, on the top bar and looked down. It seemed a long drop but the bottom was hidden by trees and bushes.
Uncomfortably, she decided whether to jump or not.
She wanted to but would it be effective? She didn’t want to wait dying of injuries.
Actually, here didn’t look good enough.
Wobbling, Joan climbed back and stood on the bridge once more. She took a deep breath. Today wasn’t the day then but sadly, she knew it would come soon enough.
The doctor said it was just tiredness and I needed some extra rest. Landing on top of my bed, I buried my head in a pillow and just thought about everything. It was an easy thing to say; get some more sleep but it was hard to actually do.
All my thoughts kept me awake and nothing seemed to dull their voices. It was like being at a loud party and not being able to hear anything. I just wanted it all to be quiet and to be left in peace, if only it was that easy.