Slow burn

...sight of her, silhouette in the light of fading day.

A month; ten months, a hundred and twenty. Ten glorious years it had been since our fastening ceremony. Unconventional, that-but I thought it appropriate. My life had been nothing but unusual, highs and lows so far in between an echocardiagram would have been accurate. Piss poor one moment, flying high the next. Such was the life of a trader on the stock market, in his proverbial hole in the wall. There had been noone by my side during those long, stressful hours, the clock ticking, seconds crawling by as I sat riveted to the screen. Six monitors shone dully back, their night muted by the black background of the various stocks and their readouts. I would decide for moments to step out or leave, only to immediately rush back, such was the pressure on my shoulders. Sean was in for a cool million-Andrew one hundred thousand. I myself kept what I had earned in the value of stocks, some other 5 backers trusting me and my sweaty fingers to make the correct sale and judgement. It was thus that that chapter continues, but merely in the background.

I fell for her

More like fell on her, but close enough.

No, literally.

A story for another day

And inspiration for more