“Oh! Not again,” he cried as it fell and shattered.
This was the third time it was falling. He had replaced the gadget two other times and it had cost him a fortune.
He had had a turbulent sail and a tumultuous ride. He wished he could be cloaked in the darkest of nights. He wished the midnight train would come for him and convey him to a distant destination away from the world’s troubles.
He sat sprawling on the floor. His phone rang.
“Oh! Mum, I’m fed up with everything.”
“Please my love, don’t. I’ll be with you shortly.”