A Sigh of Relief

Now that the awkward first blogggyness is over with I want to post the beginning of my first typed short story. I'm sort of a dreamer type... understatement, so all the stuff that's in my head that I see as a bunch of crap is quite interesting I've been told after consulting people near me. So I call this one short story.

Short Story


She awoke in a frenzied daze, coupled with the frightening inability to remember what had happened to her in the last 2 days. Through blurred vision she began to search for the smallest whiff of sensation. The only thing she could recall was the worst feeling to have fortify itself. Regret. She didn't remember what she said or what she did to ruin life as she had known it, but she had no choice other than to move on. Her motto had always been 'live for the future'. She quickly surveyed her dim surroundings to assure that she was in no danger. It was a small obviously family owned bar with no more than 7 people scattered in the limited space. The walls were littered with ancient graffiti speaking in great volume the tones exhumed by troubled souls. After regaining her sight she had lost her feelings of discomfort and was enamored in the forceful beauty the venue exploded with.
Then she saw him. And yet again, to her displeasure, her future was an abysmal void.