When I walked into the restaurant that day, I had no idea what I was in for. Life, for me, had become a dull blur. Always the next thing to do, then the next thing, then the next thing. Life had become dead. It had even become normal, so that I was used to a certain numbness, a certain postponing of death until it was finally all over...
Sunday Short Story - The Simple Bird
A bird was flying across the sky. It landed on a lawn. The air was fresh, the breeze was light, and the sun was cool. The bird noticed someone crying in the distance, sitting on a lawn chair outside of a house.
When the crying had finished, the bird flew over to the person, who now looked corpse-like on the chair.
"What's happened?" chirped the bird.
"I'm not sure if I'll ever get the job I want," said the person, with a tone of resignation.