The Party

He was out of his element. Life had swiftly moved forward and he wanted to reclaim some of it, but wasn't sure how. When had things gone wrong, he kept asking himself. He couldn't let go of the feeling that somehow he was to blame. The tables had turned in his life and he was feeling empty handed. His bed was empty and the very things that once brought him joy seemed lackluster and passed their expiration date. Yet here he was sitting at this party with friends that were not his own. He had been unwittingly been ripped from his comfort zone and wedged in some calibrated celebration which he could not endorse.