The Aunch
May 7, 2019•888 words
I refer to it as the “aunch.”
It isn’t a friend of mine. In fact, it’s my worst enemy.
The aunch purposely sits in front of me, blocking my view of life. A wonderful life. A blessed life. Quite frankly, a better life than I deserve. It looks directly at me, smirking like an arrogant bully on a playground. It knows when I’m trying to look past it, and mirrors my movements to block my sight. I want to punch it right in the smirk, but it absorbs all impact. And it actually smiles more when I get ...
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