Friday Fictioneers – Acclimation

© Erin Leary

I remember a couple years ago, after getting into a shouting match with my mom’s boyfriend about my report card, running outside and hiding behind the old tool shed.

My neighbor, Tom, who’s a couple years older than me, saw me crying.  He came over, sat with me, and handed me a cigarette.

“I could hear you guys from my room,” he said while he lit it.  It put me into a coughing fit.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said as he handed me another.  And, eventually, I did.

I guess I’ve gotten used to a lot of things.


23 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Acclimation”

    1. A destructive habit, indeed. I in no way advocate such a harmful obsession. I am merely presenting the unfortunate truth that people can adapt to bad things, too. Thank you so much for the kind words!

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  1. Mr. Nietzsche really did say something about something not killing us, but making us stronger. It was in German, a language I do not try to understand. In this story, what we get used to leads to something that can kill you. Fiction is strange.

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