Diane Virginia: Chains
Nico entered the graveyard by night. The only illumination was his headlamp. As he opened the gate, the chain broke. “Ah! It’s my first day on the job, and I have to explain this?” Nico sat. He rolled the chain between his palms, imagining his boss firing him. What did it matter? It would prove once more that he couldn’t keep a job. Emotionally, he felt as cold as the broken chain he fidgeted with. What was he supposed to … Continue reading →