Frequently Evaporated

A black, lustrous candle, filling the boring November afternoon with its foaming shadows. It was the only source of illumination he had to comfort him on that dull, horribly gray day. He glanced through his window, watching a car approaching his apartment from a far distance. Maybe it would stop right next to his window pane? Or maybe not, as he did live on the second floor of the yellow building constructed by fractal rocks and half-corroded metal racks. No calls had been reaching him for the past week. No-one had even tried to reach his irksome self, which he was in fact happy about. Until he saw the car disappear slowly into the dreary mist.

The regular benefits of being a lone wolf; to actually get something useful done in his busy stay-at-home life, seemed so pointless at this very time, this very moment. For just once, he wished he could do something else before he went to sleep as usual every night. He wanted to change his life, to be someone else, to exist someplace else. To just be able to walk down the street and see people treat him a little differently than everyone else in the gigantic herd of sheep, was it really too much to ask for? He knew he was no different than everyone else, as he was just a brick supporting the community. Whose throne he was really carrying on his sore back, he couldn’t truthfully answer. All he knew was that everyone would get along as well with each other as always, even if he mysteriously vanished for a day. Or a month. Forever. Nothing would ever change.