Green River Road – 1724

Green River Road

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As the door swings open exposing the sunlight outside, he runs over the threshold ignoring the bright light and that feeling that shoots through his body as he crosses. He is outside again, heart pounding in his chest, doing his best to catch his breathe, bent at the waist with his hands on his knees he tries to gather his thoughts.

‘What the hell just happened?’

As he tries to get his mind and body under control again, it suddenly dawns on him that he is outside and can just run away from this insanity.


He hears the voice again, but he is not inside any more, he can’t be locked in, he is free. He takes off running toward the street and heads back the direction that he originally came from because God only knows what might be in the other direction!

He runs as fast as his legs will let him, not looking in any direction but ahead of him, focusing on the asphalt road beneath his feet, he just runs. What seems like an eternity has passed now since he started running, his lungs are on fire, breaths are very hard to come by at this point, his legs feel like they weigh 100 pounds each, he stops and falls to his knees.

‘Why me? What did I do?’ Thoughts were racing through his head, trying to figure this all out. ‘Oh well, at least I am out of there now, can just pretend like it never happened, no one needs to know, they’ll all think I was crazy if I told them anyway.’ He looks up to see where he was, looks over to the right at the curb to see the numbers 1 7 0 8 painted on them.

‘No Freaking Way! That was the first house I came to’

He gets up and runs some more, it is amazing what the human body can do out of fear. He runs again until he cannot go another step, looks over and sees the numbers 1 7 0 8 on the curb again. Several more times he tries to run in that direction, and every time he stops, he is at the same place. Now what? He decides to turn and try to run the other way, past all these ruined houses, they have to end at some point.

He runs again, not knowing how much more his body can take, stopping and falling down on the street, he rolls over on his back and stares into a cloudless gray sky, tears rolling down his cheeks, mostly from exhaustion. He is not sure how long he laid there, seemed like hours. He sits up and looks over at the curb and sees the numbers 1 7 2 4.


One more try, gotta keep running. Finding an inner strength that he never knew was there, he trudges along the road for as long as his weary legs will carry him and stops, not sure whether or not he wants to look to see where he is, but knowing that he will eventually need to look, he glances at the curb

1 7 2 4

‘What the hell is going on?”


He gathers himself together as best he can and makes toward the walk leading up to this ruined house, here we go again . . . .

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Man in recovery from everything, looking for a little help, inspiration and direction.... Have spent the last 25 years working in big business, getting lost in all the chaos, not feeling like what I did mattered. By no means am I a professional writer nor do I even think I am that good, but it is something I love to do. Getting lost in a world of words, even for just a little while is why I started my blogs. In reality, at the age of 49 I am trying to find my voice. To find my passion. Maybe starting a little late, but better late than never. I write for me, I enjoy reading other's thoughts very much as well and look forward to the day that I can hold an extended, intelligent, meaningful conversation with YOU View all posts by joatmon14

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