Frozen:chapter seven (452 hits)
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Submitted by spacemonkey (View user info) at 2004-04-13 11:05:23 EDT
chapter one: http://www.ubersite.com/m/28609
chapter two: http://www.ubersite.com/m/28908
chapter three: http://www.ubersite.com/m/29079
chapter four: http://www.ubersite.com/m/29474
chapter five: http://www.ubersite.com/m/29706
chapter six: http://www.ubersite.com/m/29783
Where I am is this little average gas station. It's a big chain, the kind that are all set up the same. Every one was built from the same materials, using the same blueprint. It was constructed by heavy machinery, which in turn was made by heavier machinery. Each one a product of a product of a product....
So, anyway, here I am in this gas station with her and by laughing she's stealing some other guy's fifteen minutes of glory and he's holding a gun to her face and I'm just standing here taking it all in and glad for the moment, at least, to be rather invisible.
As if it matters at all she would say.
So, here she is laughing, and the man yells, "Shut up bitch! Or I will kill you!"
This is everyone's cue to look at the man. Imagine the way he's pushing the barrel of the gun in between her eyes, and you can tell he is serious. Imagine he's tense, you can see his taut muscles twitching and the bulging veins on his neck pulsating. You can see his anxious finger lying restlessly on the trigger.
Anyone could look at this guy's eyes, and know he will indeed kill her.
Surpassing my expectations, she stops laughing.
She turns to me, so that the barrel is now pushing into her temple.
She looks at me and our eyes meet...the man falls into the background...It's just me and her, and I'm thinking,
Hey could you just for once keep your mouth shut, and yes I realize that we are all inclined to think of ourselves but could you not say anything right now, and maybe we could possibly meet again some other time and under better circumstances?
After all she might be a little crazy, but it doesn't really matter. So is anyone I guess. Besides, something different seems pretty nice at the moment.
I can't really know for sure, but I would guess that she was thinking, as if it matters.
Actually, she would say that she wasn't thinking at all. Not just her.
No one.
She looks at me, smiling beautifully, with a gun pressed to the side of her head. And says, "The meaning of life is"
And nothing.
That was all I got. The gunshot drowned out any other words that might have followed. Not that anything after that would have been intelligent anyway. Or coherent for that matter. In fact, after your gray matter has been painted on the wall you were once standing next to, it's hard to say anything at all.
It's been a hell of a night I think.
As if it matters she would say.
As if there's a her to say it.
I'm in a little room with no distinguishing features. Every wall the same white, one over head light, and two uniformed police officers.
They're asking about her, and she's changed her name again.
Her name is now The Victim.
What was the victim's name?
The victim? I offer.
Yes, her name. How long did you know the victim?
I tell them I didn't.
Do you know how old she is?
Have you met any relatives?
Did you know she was driving a stolen car without any identification?
No. No. And news to me I tell them.
There wasn't much to tell, because there wasn't much I knew.
I did tell them she worn contact lenses. They already knew that though.
It turns out her eyes are really brown.
As if she has eyes.
As if she exists.
The police, having finally concluded that I know nothing about the victim, drove me to my car in the supermarket parking lot. I would be called on later for testimony after they caught the bad guy they told me.
Driving home, I'm in a bit of shock. Sometimes seeing someone's head evaporate into a red cloud can do that to you.
When I got home. I took a look around. You know, kind of take inventory of my life.
Count my blessings.
I'm still alive. If that's what you can call this. There is no way I can even think about my job. She took me out to the edge, and the view was great. There is no way I can go back now.
Counting my blessings I come across my stupid little notebook filled with stupid little thoughts. As if they mattered, I pick it up and head to the roof.
It's quite up here, and I often go here to get lost in my thoughts.
I think, a major problem with people is that above else, they love themselves the most. Even now my foremost thought is, I don't really want to go to court to testify.
Then it's, I don't think I'm going to go to work tomorrow. Then it's I sure am tired.
Of course I am sad that she died. Passed away. Gone to a better place. Doesn't exist.
The problem is that I can't love her because I'm too busy loving myself.
Why else would I tell you "my" story?
I think, to be happy you really can't be happy with any thing. After all, your just going to loose it. Everything has to go some time. What goes up must come down.
I move toward the edge of the building to get a better view of the sunrise.
I look out and think aloud,
As if I can think,
As if I exist,
"It looks like its going to be a beautiful day"
User Reviews
Submitted by someone (user info) at 2004-04-13 18:35:56 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
proper ending to a great short story
Submitted by Luckystar (user info) at 2004-04-13 15:10:18 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
awesome!
I'm glad you finished it!
More stories now, please
Submitted by Naja (user info) at 2004-04-13 13:09:17 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I'm disappointed your series is finished as well. Wonderful writing. I'll be sure to look for more of your posts.
Submitted by AlwaysAnEagle (user info) at 2004-04-13 12:36:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
I want more, too, but I also understand about reaching the end of what you have to say. You 'll notice most of my posts are one shot deals.
Submitted by spacemonkey (user info) at 2004-04-13 11:50:31 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Thanks JMG, but I don't think I can continue this story. I've pretty much said all I can say with it. To tell you the truth, I planned this thing to span about three on page chapters, and it turned into what it is.
Don't worry though, I've got plenty of storys floating around in my head somewhere. Hopefully some will be even better than this one.
I'd like to write a longer more developed story some time, but it will take me a while.
Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2004-04-13 11:16:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Damn it. Is that the end of the story? Write more.