William Wilson trudged through the great mess of boxes that surrounded him. Letting out a grunt, he carefully and cautiously stared out of his window, the rain pattered down on its pane. On all of the days he could of booked off, he chose that one, he hated it. If it weren't for his job, he would've stayed in the house that he'd grown up in until his dying day.
But of course, Murphy's Law had to come into play and ruin everything. He'd have to leave his old life behind because of his promotion, a promotion to a job that he hated, the manager. Running after slackers who only came to work for the pay, not the shear joy of the job. He loathed slackers because they went against his every principle, hard work and hyper competence made the world run, not busybodies and their hopeless dreams. They created a lacklustre work environment.
He dropped the box, it landed with a soft thud on the ground. He returned outside to the van holding all of his possessions, the rain wasn't letting up yet unfortunately, meaning that he'd have to go quickly about his business. When all of the boxes had been brought inside the rain finally thinned to a mere drizzle, he grunted miserably upwards towards the sky as the sun began to peek through the clouds.
He slouched into the armchair, grumbling to himself about anything and everything. The old rocking chair sat in the corner opposite to him, almost beckoning him. Leaving his current seating position, he shuffled over to worn out rocking chair, his grandma's. She died over forty years ago, leaving him, via her will, the chair that he spent so many winter days being told tales by his ever loving granny.
"Settle down now my little angel, you can't go outside in a blizzard", grandma Margret gently stated.
" But granny, I wanna build a snowman and go sledging. The snow will be gone soon and I won't be able to!" Little Will whined back at her.
Margret ruffled his brown hair,"Oh I know you do and you'll be able to when it stops snowing. How about I tell you a story until it stops?"
She guided him over to her rocking chair, where she frequently knitted but occasionally it was the setting for tales that delved into the imagination. To lands of noble knights on horseback, of pirates open the seven seas and worlds of adventure. They always went down well with him
Her little Will sat down upon her knee, eagerly awaiting her to begin.
YOU ARE READING
Jaded
General Fiction"I remember my years of hopeless optimism, when the world excited me and every day was a new experience. Time has changed me a lot." William Wilson has just moved to a new town again, he hates it already.
