• TRAPPED! (a five-minute #freewrite)

    The cupboard was empty. Simon stared at the bare shelves, at the empty jars, and realised that he was trapped. Trapped by life, by expectations, by everything, by his own self, and most of all, by his not-so-secret vice. His daily coffee. The jar was empty! His fuel for the day, the sustenance that allowed his life to be lived and not merely tolerated, without it he would perish, he would be tired, he would be a husk. He needed it. It was Sunday. The shops were closed. Dammit! He was doomed. Doom and dismay exuded from his every breath, his every heartbeat, every heart-wrenching minute without his life’s blood,…