Short Story Satruday!

I have a bit of a headache so today's short story won't be so good.


The rain poured over the top of the bus shelter making heavy splashes on the ground in front of Ernie Wilson. It was after midnight and the busses weren't running. Ernie would be waiting for a very long time for a bus. But with the rain as it was, he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. He sighed deeply and sat on the uncomfortable wooden beam that substituted for a bench.

Ernie had been visiting a friend and was on his way home when the storm hit. He ducked into the bus shelter expecting it to pass soon so he could walk to the nearest convenience store and call for a cab. Instead he had been stuck here for the past fifteen minutes. Alone.

It didn't help that he had just left his friends house not that long ago. He visited his friends family. His loving wife and two children. They were doing well, his friend had just gotten a promotion and now he was living in a beautiful house and a beautiful neighborhood.

Ernie had left early under the false pretense that he wasn't feeling well. Truth was he was jealous of everything his friend had. It was everything Ernie wanted. A good job, a wife, two kids, a house of his own. Instead he lived in a small cramped studio apartment with no AC.

But that was Ernie's life. That's how it always was. Nothing he did panned out. None of his hopes and aspirations came to pass. Instead he just watched as everyone else around him went on to lives he could only dream of having.

The rain wasn't letting up. Ernie knew he'd be there for the long hall so he curled up against the corner of the bus shelter and closed his eyes.

Hopefully his dreams were better.