NEW FICTION THE MORNING ROUTINE, PANDEMIC EDITION AN ELLA THOMAS SERIAL STORY
THE MORNING ROUTINE
Everything is ready. I prepared it last night before drinking myself into a fitful forced sleep. Notebooks, pens, laptop check. Coffee check.
But it’s not happening. Nothing except for that mass of anxiety built inside my mind and soul from being trapped inside. It’s like being in the mental hospital again. Except I feel better, nothing like I used to feel when I did most of those things.
I want to get out of this house. But they won’t let me. My stay at home order was court ordered long before pandemic. I’m not going anywhere and haven’t for an awfully long time.
For the things they say about me mostly are true. Especially the thing, so I’ll just get to it. My name is Ella Thomas and I’m a serial killer.
Whew. Now we have that out of the way. I don’t want us to get off on the wrong path by lying to you. I’m having difficulty concentrating and the blunt truth requires the least mental energy.
There’s no artful way to inform you I murdered father on my 13th birthday. I can’t tell you more. There’s no time.
Everyone in the house will wake and my hell will begin. Pandemic chokes the life from my soul and all I want is to shop online.
Something has changed in me. I can doubt it no longer. I don’t want to scare you. Truly I don’t. Pandemic has taken desire to kill from my mind for the first time in my life. Kryptonite? I don’t know but for once my rage doesn’t seek a target to eliminate.
And now I must go. Someone stirs. The day begins and I'm expecting deliveries. A very special item will arrive today. I can't wait to share the secret. Darth Vader, Hannibal, and expensive whiskey. That's all I can tell you.
Enjoy your day even if you made other plans.
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