Suburbia is purgatory

Hey kids. I hope you had a nice week. I have been unwell this week. The Iron Claw review has been postponed. I was meant to be doing something exciting yesterday and had to bow out. I have a story to share on Monday. Until then, here’s my unintentional attempt at a horror story:

Steve woke up in bed one morning. Life was grand. The family were away on holiday. Steve couldn’t go with them because of work commitments. Life was still good. Steve made his way downstairs to his kitchen. He made himself a fry up and poured himself some coffee. Life was still very much okay. Steve finished his fry and coffee and went to the bathroom to shower. Nothing bad happened.

Steve worked from home. He got dressed in his work clothes. He got on with his day. Nothing too interesting happened. Life was the same as it always was. Except today, Steve was alone. He didn’t overthink it too much. He just got on with his day. The sun in the sky just did its thing. The birds just kept singing. Life just kept going. Nothing bad happened. Nothing good happened. Steve just kept doing what he did as he did all day, every day. He just kept going. He didn’t ask any questions. He didn’t answer them either. He was just living through the purgatory of his day to day. He eventually asked a question. That was the last question he ever asked.

I hope you liked that story. Horror/thriller isn’t my bag. You can’t blame a guy for trying something new. See you on Monday for storytime. Thank you for reading and thank you for your time.