Effervescent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
There's nothing better than stability.
There's nothing wrong with never wanting more.

Submitted: November 24, 2011

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There was a boy. Well, I’m not really a boy. I’m a little too old to call myself a boy. Anyway:

There was a man. A man named Adam.

Oh, who am I kidding? I’m really awful with all the fairy-tale nonsense. I snap the notebook shut and look down at my pen. What should I be writing, If not about the man named Adam?

My name is Adam Warburton

I hate the nickname “Loafy”

But that never stops anyone calling me it.

I also hate that I was born with Herpes. But the facial kind, not the STD kind.

I’m into girls most of the time.

I’m into guys for the rest.

It's not like I’m one of those sex-pest bisexuals that basically wants to hump anyone and everything in sight. I just never saw anything wrong with expressing what you feel. Who you feel it for shouldn't matter, either.

And that's why I’m a writer. Because I talk about feelings like nobody cares. Though, at the rate my stories are selling, apparently nobody actually does care.

Never stops me, mind. A bad fiscal year doesn't stop me scribbling down whatever I want on paper.

Because I’m happy.

And what else can you want?

Than to be comfortable and cozy.

I have a house in a nice part of town. With a sensible pair of shoes and plenty of socks.

I have money to pay for the power and put food and booze in my stomach

I’m single, but I could get a pretty girlfriend if I wanted one. It's not that I’m the most attractive guy on the planet. In fact, far from it. My nose is a little broken and I never really remember to shave my stubble. My short brown hair is negligible and my eyes are just blue. Not blue and exciting like electric blue, or ocean blue. Not the kind of blue that teenage girls write about. Just a regular blue with regular black holes in the middle. Completely average. I don't even have an interesting cleft chin or especially bushy eyebrows. I’m not fat, or muscular or skinny. I’m just flat all over. There is nothing remarkable about me at all.

Except that I don't care. I’m content in my normality. I was never one for turbulence in my life. People strive for more, but I, I just strive to keep things as they are. To pay my bills and keep my stomach from rumbling.

I’m just a man. A guy. A lad. A boy.

A boy/man/lad with happiness everywhere

Because that's exactly how I want to be.

And that's all there is to it.


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