Coward

There was only one thing left to be done. I looked at the small mount of boxes, bags and sacks in my living room. It will all be gone soon. They will arrive and take away every single bit and store it away. As I entered the naked kitchen my footsteps echoed in other rooms and it made me feel like a little ant in an abandoned shell. The place seemed huge and foreign and every sound unnervingly loud. There was only one thing left to be done. I fidgeted and went outside in my backyard. Stripped from all the stuff it looked greener and magnificent. My hands gripped the railings, my heartbeat slightly raised and I finally picked the phone from my pocket. I wiggled it in my fingers then got lost among the posts on my Facebook wall. They startled me by suddenly arriving, I guided them to the living room and gave the last orders. I felt a sharp pain in my chest when they took the first couple of boxes so I turned and returned to the porch. Finally, I took out the phone again, breathed out heavily and wrote a short message - I 'm moving to China today! Bye! As soon as I pushed the button send a tiny voice in my head screamed "coward!"