Speed Control, a five minute freewrite

in voilk •  3 months ago

    I felt as though I'd been coasting through the day. As if someone had put set some internal speed control on the lowest setting as possible.

    I say "someone" because it didn't feel like it was me. Like it wasn't my choice.

    I wanted the day to zoom past.

    If it was up to me I would run through this day. I would buy the fastest car I could afford (which wasn't saying much) and I would accelerate through the day so fast speed camera's wouldn't see me.

    Instead, I'm plodding through.

    I can't make it go any quicker. I can't even seem to move any quicker. It feels as though my whole body has been dunked in a tank of jelly and I am struggling through it. It isn't even a nice flavour of jelly. And it's green too. I hate green jelly.

    Shit, why am I talking about fucking jelly?

    I watch as his coffin is brought into the chapel.

    Should I be crying?

    I think, I should probably be crying. Sobbing, even.

    ...

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