Begin Again: A Charlotte Bloom Short Story - Plot & Excerpts
I slowly got out of bed, stretching my sore arms above my head. I walked to the bathroom, turning on my coffee maker as I went. After showering, I quickly ate breakfast and got dressed, throwing on an old pair of jeans, a flannel shirt, and my work boots. I knew it was early, but I needed to get out and clear my head. I grabbed a book. Les Misérables. I tucked the aging paperback into my back pocket, grabbed my wallet and keys, and left my room with a hot mug of black coffee still in my hand. I walked down the silent hallway. The place was empty. As I approached the front door, I noticed Henry sitting on the porch. “How’s it going, mate?” I asked, plopping down next to him. I looked out into the wilderness opposite the bed and breakfast. “Long night. Same old. Nothing exciting ever happens around here. Why’re you up so damn early?” He peered at me as I sipped my coffee. “Aye, couldn’t sleep. Same old.”
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