They say I would feel better, that it would all go away. They know nothing. Out the window I stared watching the city below. The window was covered in dust as if each particle decided to fuse together with one purpose; to warp my view of the city. Eve(more)n they the dust couldn't warp what I know about the city the true undercurrents. They will soon learn.
It was 7pm and the telephone sat untouched since 4pm. The thick rug had a trail where I paced back and forth back and forth as if a herd of African Gazelles being chase by a lions went through.
The phone just sat. The people below were dying. I am dying so painfully so slowly. What have I done what haven't I done, the actions not taken yell at me the actions taken laugh at me. I turned and looked.
The phone still sat. What else could it do? What else would it do? There was no time left the clock somewhere inside hit zero and now a overwhelming alarm was exploding inside me, moving me to take action to do something anything. They know nothing. They were wrong. I took a step towards the phone then another and another and another. My hand reach and picked up the phone. The number was dialed and the phone rang on the other end. Finally they answered "Hello Mr. Grey speaking"
I responded "I did it. you will get a package tomorrow proving everything."
I hung up and stared through the dust cover window. Things begin to become clear.
I smiled and laughed its over, all of it. My affluent life and my life too. I thought I would be more than this, but I was wrong.