Commute

18+

"With my two remaining brain cells I board the tube with silly strides, dodging someone then smacking my forehead into the bright yellow pole in middle of the train carriage."

A short story about heading home whilst being too tired to go to an event.

"I was hype for it. This morning as I edged myself a bit, I was excited for it.
   Now, grey train, beige shirt, heavy bag, I'm just exhausted. In a ‘your dad is napping at 1pm again’ way. Thirty slack threads, 3 surprise meetings. My ability to sentence can't is. Had a quick lunch at best. “Sad/disappointed is the state will me was me am” my brain threads together as I ruffle out the two croissants I bought from sainsburys, start chipping away at it to savour it. I sit here plum with a muffin-top bum, I feel a little pathetic as I munch. 
   How do I manage to get myself from this state to horny submissive?"

If you liked this story, check out my 2nd one, "Rules"