Reeves
Reversing the Jeep into one of my parking spots, I contemplate whether I feel like going to the bar, or maybe just sleep or drink the rest of the evening away.
I throw my keys to the kitchen counter and fetch a water bottle from the fridge. I step out onto the balcony and slouch on one of the brown loungers. The apartment is not wide enough to contain my frustration. Drinking the cold water, I stare ahead aimlessly as the sky slowly converts into a darker blanket.