The half-forgotten
Other half of my short life
In short story form

 
My Check
11-29-03

A piece of paper flies through city, the wind whisking it forever higher through the streets and between the buildings until it goes through a window and lands on a desk. A pretty woman stands in the window.

My vision moves through a maze of windows and fire escapes before centering in on me at the golf course with a mob boss. He kills me, then pulls a gun out and kills me again. The black and white flashback of my life is less glamorous than imagined, highlighting all the mundane and boring parts of my life.

I'm alive in the hospital. Someone tries to kill me again. I literally scream "bloody murder!", after which my attacker dies. He was being possessed. Someone comes in and certifies that I'm insane.

I get released from the hospital and walk around town, wishing I had sunglasses so that the mob guy wouldn't recognize me if he saw me. I go to the bank to get a check when some guy walks in and blows the place up.

A piece of paper--my check--flies through the city.

posted by Phlegm at 3/16/2004