Short story 3 Silverware

One of my first short stories

Walking up the sidewalk I feel the cold Chicago breeze and begin to wonder why I'm still outside in December. I had just come from dinner with my fiance and it hadn't ended well. I just nearly ran into yet another person on the sidewalk. I keep forgetting that I'm walking down a crowded street. Michigan Ave at eleven on a Friday night was a bad idea for a place to think, but I was willing to go anywhere to get away from the misery I was enduring at home. We had gotten into an arguement about the damn silverware.

After the dust had settled it was just the kind of silence that you can feel bearing down on you and I didn't know what to do.  She just sat across from me and gazed at me relentlessly. No blinking, or tears, just those dazzling green eyes attempting to level me.  Right then and there I remembered something I had read that morning in a magazine, "the weak noise of her eyes easily files my impatience to an edge." I couldn't describe my feelings at the time more adequately.

Immediately I knew I needed to get out of there and find some kind of solace in her memory rather than her presence. I quickly explained to her that I needed some time for just a little bit and was going for a quick walk.

So as I'm walking now I've finally cooled down and heading home. Ear-splitting sirens interupt my thoughts for a second and I return to my walk observing myself striding upon the cracks in the sidewalk. I stopped abruptly at the corner, and began to wait for the light to change so I could cross Michigan ave.  A couple walks up next to me with their arms interlocked, I look back down at my shoes trying to keep the wind from chapping my face any more. The tone of their conversation changed suddenly, with an alarming motion I saw the man point up the street. I looked up and my pulse heightened, I didn't even pause to check for cars and began to sprint across Michigan. Luckily I had began running a few moments before the light had changed. A cab passed right infront of me as I crossed the median but I kept running paying no attention to what was around me just as I had been doing before.

I approached my apartment building which was now spewing smoke from its windows. I quickly looked up to my window which had that stupid cactus that Anjulie had given me when we were just dating. It was a few floors above the expelling smoke. Without breaking stride I turned down the ally and lept to the ladder of the fire escape and began ascending as quickly as I could. I finally came upon my floor and broke the hallway window. I hopped through the window and was greeted by a pleasently warm billow of dark grey smoke. I hurried down the hall to my apartment choking on the smoke. I attempted to kick in my own door but fell onto my back. I jumped back to my feet and began to unlock the door and realized that it had been unlocked the whole time. 'You dumbass' I thought to myself as I slung the door open. The room was warm and began to fill with smoke from the hallway. I slammed the door shut as I frantically hurried across the threshhold. I hurried around the shoebox that was my home calling for her, but she wasn't there. I took out my phone and tried to call her but after a few seconds of listening to the building creaking and the roar of the fire below my phone was beeping at me and telling me that the network was busy. 'Of all the times for you to not work' I thought as I turned towards the hall a little comforted that she wasn't trapped inside my apartment. I headed to the door, but as I opened the door I felt the floor give out beneath me. I watched my apartment float away above me as I fell into a room filled with bright orange light. My back burned as I attempted to move, but I couldn't summon the strength to rise to my feet. As I lay atop a pile of embers all I could think was that I was never to see her again my sweet angel and that the last thing we had talked about was my damn silverware.

Author's Note

I just threw this draft up so I didn't just have a blank profile, ignore the mistakes because I'm sure there are a bunch of them.