The world just seemed gray to me as I made my way listlessly through my day. I worked a soul sucking job that had people screaming me at me all day because they weren't getting their woven blankets with the picture of their dog on it fast enough.
I had been walking to work because my car had broken down, so it seemed like I was walking through a really old black and white movie as I was surrounded by a sea of other unhappy people dressed in dark coats as the snow drifted softly down from the sky.
I stopped as I took this scene in. I felt so delicate, like I was going to break if anymore stress was piled on me. I just stood there as the snow gently dampened my dark hair. I thought about what I wanted out of my life and this surely wasn't it. I pulled out my cell phone and called my job, quitting on the spot.
As I walked away, I knew that I couldn't be delicate anymore. This was my life and I was going in control from now on.
For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, R.L.W. challenged me with "Listen to "Delicate" by Damien Rice and let it inspire your story: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dRPwFAoQwxc" and I challenged MRMacrum with "Rediscovering old loves".