Flash Fiction

The sunshine worked its way through the cracks in the blinds, hatching a pattern into every corner of the room.  Light, then dark.  It reflected Sonny’s mood.  The heights of giddiness followed, without warning, by depression.

Without warning the sun no longer shone.  The room became darkened, Sonny’s mood was depression. He rolled over in the makeshift bed and pulled the thin cover closer.  Would this never be over, would he always be a victim of addiction?  He sobbed.  His tears tasted of memories, memories he could no longer recall.  He tried to raise himself, his head was too heavy.