Limit Reached

Another submission to the Fast Fiction Contest at Writer's Resource Center. This project required all sentences to be nine words or less.

It wasn't something he wanted. Just something he had to do. He had to live, after all. But the desk job was slowly wearing him away. Imagination began to fade, 5:00 now his greatest longing. The paycheck came every two weeks, bonus every year. Mortgage paid, groceries bought, over and over. The trap was slowly drawing him in. Weekend reprieves were no longer enough.

Life was slipping from his grasp. A clean break was needed. This manuscript just might be the answer.