Flash Fiction

Watching the rain from the grey overburdened clouds slick the black granite pavements he saw the neon start to flicker creating flashpoints against the wet pavements, the oppression of the entertainment district had started to overwhelm him and he seriously considered that he should move to the garment district. At this time of night the garment district would have started to shut down not just be coming to life. He pulled the blinds closed, shutting out the vibrancy he had no need of. He turned up the sound system volume so that the noise tore, rather than scratched at the speakers. At last he felt cocooned and he could start to relax.

But even in the relaxed loneliness of his room he could not escape for long. Eventually the voices started seeping through, he could hear them clamouring. He clamoured back.