Mason is thirty-eight. He quit his mediocre job today.
On March 15, Mason began his day like every other day he had lived since his twenty-fifth birthday, exactly thirteen years before.
6:04 AM
The alarm clock rang out at a volume that could've woken Medusa's victims back from their stony deaths. The beeping didn't wake Mason though. Red-eyed and indifferent, he rolled over. Again. He hadn't slept since he woke up two days before, on Monday morning.
6:56 AM
The smell of exhaust fumes overpowered his new car's smell, filling the typical two-car garage, bordered by shelving units too full of "once-a-year" decorations and toys. His finger applied pressure to the button in his car, opening the only barrier he had to hide behind from the cold morning in suburban New Jersey.
7:35 AM
Scrambling to find the projections he had worked so earnestly on for the company's next semester, he slammed his office door.
"Mr. Davis? I have your cof-" called out the intern as Mason rushed past, almost knocking the double shot, extra black expresso coffee from the quaint coffee shop three blocks away from his skyscraper, all over the twenty two year old's jacket.
i really like how you put the time in there! it really sets up the story and puts me in the time of day instead of just saying its morning, i know what it looks like at that time of day.
ReplyDeletei also like where the story is going, mason seems confused and all over the place and that's always someone that's fun to read about