For The Love of Ash
I glanced at the white clock on the wall, right beside the refrigerator and saw that it was almost midnight. I spent hours on these damn bills. I piled them up and put them into a plastic bag so I would remember to do the same thing tomorrow night, but actually finish.
I grabbed a cigarette and lighter from my bag next to the front door and quietly snuck outside. Asher’s room was on the back of the house, so I knew that the smell wouldn’t get to him.
I lit up and leaned against the wrought iron railing. I left the front door open just a crack. I had this strange dream where I went outside to smoke and suddenly my house caught on fire. But the door locked behind me and I couldn’t get in to save Asher.
It haunted me.