Throat

Brian sat there. Looking at it. It’s length intimidating. Mocking him.

         He glanced into the mirror and saw his watery green eyes brimming with fear. He rubbed his hand around his throat, feeling the swollen lump of his adams apple clicking as he swallowed. He let out a sigh and stood up. He tore open the curtains for one final look out of his bedroom window. He turned around. It was still there. Intimidating. Mocking.

         He never expected his life to turn out like this. He never expected this. He ran his fingers nervously around his throat once again. Fuck it. It had to be done.

         He placed it round his throat. Tightening it. The thoughts in his head scared him. IT scared him. But it had to be done. He couldn’t wait any longer. He never had anything to wait for.

         He straightened his tie and left for work.





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