Robert’s vision of where he’d be in life was much more wonderful than his current lot. Not so much the riding his bike to work on a chilly Monday morning—a ride always brightened his day—but the fact he was still, fifteen years later, working at Delivery X, in a loveless marriage, couldn’t get a lift from his daughter: an opening of thoughts like nesting dolls.
He could place his finger on the misguided detour his family took; however, he wasn’t sure why he never veered off the highway to hell that was his job.
Robert clocked himself in.
Word Count: 100
Prompted from 100 Word Wednesdays at: https://bikurgurl.com/2020/10/28/100-word-wednesday-172/.
Prompted from the Three Things Challenge at: https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/11/02/three-things-challenge-407/.