A Brief Case of Migraine
"Don’t jump!" Something told me.
I was tip-toed looking over the fire escape with my hands on the railing.
My migraine hurt. I want a clear mind to decide. Give me just a few damned hours.
The bellboy knocked, and I answered. He found that damn briefcase. That fucking dreadful thing. So I tipped him a buck.
“Thanks” he grunted.
He walked down the hall. I could hear him mumbling something. I wasn’t sure what he said. I shut the door and was thankful the briefcase was back to me. My head still hurt but I don't have to die today.
Tap tap tap
Thanks for the tip asshole, go kill yourself.
Tap tap tap ding.
Down the elevator, the bellboy went.