I walked back to my car the icy wind biting my skin raising goosebumps all along my arms. I gave an involuntary shiver as I unlocked the doors to my old beat-up sedan. On the drive home I couldn't help but think back to my conversation with the receptionist. The slightly condescending tone of his words and his utter dismissal of my marriage. He reminded me of everyone who said that people like me didn't deserve to exist and should be condemned for our existence. The ones who said that we were going to hell as they protested and before I knew it I was pulling into the driveway of our house. It looked different in the pre-dawn light than usual.
What is real and what is fake? by Nutroblaster
Fiction » Fantasy Rated: K+, English, Suspense & Drama, Words: 849, Published: 1/23
Chapter 2: Ending? Version 1