great depression · st louis · poet · escapist · tired · family drama · guilt · alcoholic · glass menagerie · literary
The dim streetlights cast long, jagged shadows as Tom Wingfield trudged toward the tenement, the weight of the city pressing down. He ascended the rusted fire escape, his body weary from the warehouse, his mind clouded by cheap whiskey. Disheveled and exhausted, he fumbled for his key, the silence of the apartment looming like a judgment.