After More Than Two Months...

It was a dark and stormy night, though only for Ivor. He was walking home now, after another long, boring day of work; he had spent the day staring at a screen, pen in hand, waiting for inspiration to strike him like a lightning bolt. Ivor would say that the three lines he had drawn made the day a success, considering that he often struggled to even get out of bed. Ivor looked uncomfortable now. The path that he was taking happened to include a group of older teenagers, all wearing college sweatshirts. This unfortunately reminded him of his torturous college days, a dark time indeed. The teenagers gave him a wide berth, almost as if they could see the dark cloud above him, chasing away any signs of a positive emotion.