Write about: the land of broken promises.
Had a fairly uneventful day off.
That's not a complaint.
He moves through the changing landscape slowly, with heavy feet and sagging shoulders. It seems that no matter where he looks, his eyes fall on familiar sights.
A baseball glove gathering dust in a closet, no ball to be found nearby. Dinner growing cold at an abandoned table with candle holders covered with melted wax in the shape of teardrops. Flowers dumped upside down in a trashcan.
And on and on it goes.
And all the while a lone thought keeps repeating itself in his mind.
"Ah yes, I have been here before."