Stories by Kris

Derek hated coming to work on Fridays. It was boring through and through. Derek was lucky to have landed a job at GENE; one of the best pharma companies in the world, even if it was a low-level desk job. Life was boring and his heart condition was getting worse. He was not one of those who could afford the GENE's miracle cures. A scientist from the lab bumped into him on his way to the elevator. She didn't even pause to acknowledge him and just went her way. He shook his head, those people were always in a hurry.  With a sigh, he stepped into the elevator. Something crinkled under his shoe and looking down he saw a file. The scientist must have dropped it. He picked up the file frowning. It would be best to leave it at the main lab. With the decision made he went towards the labs. On the way, the power shut down suddenly.  When the lights turned back on, there was a girl, looking no older than twenty, standing a few feet in front of him. Derek blinked in su...

He started drinking after his wife died. He loved her so much that her loss felt like a thousand tonnes of weight crushing his very soul and the alcohol made it easier. It made it easier to fall into a dreamless sleep and drown in his memories of her. It made it easier to forget that she wouldn't be there to chastise him for drinking too much, for not cleaning the dishes... The alcohol made it easier to forget that she was gone. Sadly, that wasn't the only thing he forgot. He forgot about the little boy that lost his mother the day he lost his wife. He forgot about their son, their beloved child, that needed him because he didn't know why mommy wasn't coming home. He forgot that he wasn't just a husband but also a parent. The only parent his son had left. In the haze of the alcohol, he didn't remember the times that the boy came to him. He didn't remember the sadness in his boy's eyes. All it took for him to remember was one drunk mistake. ...