#WritcoStoryChallenge
The tricoloured flag evoked a myriad of emotions in us. We watched with pride as it rose towards the summit. We had won.

I woke up thinking in strange cartoon type words:


Pride? Myriads?

Who is We?

I had gone to sleep on Aug 8 . i woke up on Aug 12th.


It had been a tough week


I was in a humid basement, in a familiar part of Pittsburgh, near Forbes and Murray.


i moved up the stairs that opened to Forbes Ave. it was hung humid but breathable


I was in disconnect.

the words were stupid and limp

Proud ? Proud of what? That I clean dishes when I'm not using paper ones?
That I share a refrigerator w a medical student who keeps body parts in there?

Proud that I have to get up at 3 am to make bagels?


i have so much to be proud of


What?

Myriads of emotions
Um seems I stick a regimen of three kinds of depression, low medium and high


What idiot stuck these words in my head?


No one I want to meet.