My Window To The World
I stumble to the
floor beside the small window in my living room, dizzy from the
rotten cabbage smell of natural gas. I pound the glass with my hands.
There are people outside, two of them.
“Help,” I call,
trying to muster the breath to yell. “Help!”
They ignore me
completely.
My hands cast about
for something, anything, that I can use to break the glass, and find
my High School debate plaque on the floor where I had been polishing
it.
A third person
joins the duo outside, a man, and he says something I can't quite
make out, and they all start to laugh.
I hammer the plaque
against the window and see the glass crack. The people in the window
suddenly freeze, and I stare as a parade of words begins rolling
suddenly up from the bottom of the window. I'm still staring when my
damaged window sparks just a bit, and the gas is set afire.
I was going to say; maybe the rotten cabbage smell wasn't natural gas at all, but rather, the new ABC fall line-up.
But I guess the fire proved me wrong.
That was a tricky one Dean! It took me a few moments' reflection to work it out. Now my head hurts. I need to try and think more often.
Posted by: Marcus Aurileus | August 01, 2006 at 08:37 AM
morbid. very nice.
Posted by: petunia claire | August 02, 2006 at 06:58 PM