(With thanks to Cindy “Chiubooka”’s clever and inspiring posts)
Wednesday wakes to phlegm, inside and out. Head skipping around like the most ADHD kid in town. Reads clocks wrong, cues up PowerPoint version B when we are on Z. Or it feels that way.
Outside Wednesday sees mud, inside sludge. Wednesday’s heart is already leaving the task at hand and flying to a friend when, Wednesday gets more bad news. Another one dead. No more time to say how much they meant.