Theres a man whos just average. No special talents or heightened gifts to speak of. Hes struggles everyday to survive. He knows theres other ways to make life easier, yet he cant afford the cost. He clamours on. When he was young his mother told him of all the great things he could be. He could reach out and grasp a star or cure the most deviant of diseases. He could be or do anything. His course was set and he hungered to be a success for he was going to be a modern day king. He would be admired and cherished for all that he would accomplish or so he thought. Now within the last few days his job was cut as downsizing was making room for the electronic age. His wife left him after 10 years of what he thought was bliss, but in reality she told him he was less then nothing and he should swallow a bullet. And to finally crush his hope and soul his dear mother died of a massive stroke. And yet he clamours on. There was once a day not so long ago he ventured into a shop culled in the middle of a convenience store and a hardware store. This shop boasted the perfect way to protect yourself and that which is yours. The natural defense. He lingered from showcase to showcase looking for that one delivery he would acquire and serve. Then he saw it. It was sitting placed in a deep red mold all the while it seemed to have a golden glow. That was the one he had to have as he swore it was calling his name. He plundered far into his pocket hoping he had enough to steal away this golden treasure of deliverance and once he counted the last of his cash he was short by at least 50 dollars. He looked so sullen and defeated to the shop keeper that the shop keeper felt pity and this one time out of his circle of safety he gave the guy a deal and took his cheap plastic watch to cover the mans shortcomings. The man was elated and quickly exited the shop with his new voice tightly clenched under his right arm. He headed home. He polished his prize and began getting it ready for his public speech. He dressed all in grey flannel and simple white running shoes as he had a new snap to his step and a whistle of joy to accompany him on his journey. He walked out into the middle of his street dancing on the faded yellow line that split a two lane roadway. He then sat down and crossed his legs still smiling. Cars darted past him veering around him while cursing at him honking their horns. He removed his new voice still glowing gold in his eyes from his waistband and placed it in his lap. Soon those people passing by on their way to everywhere and nowhere noticed this crazy ass fool sitting in the middle of the roadway holding a gun. The screaming started as most ran for cover hoping not to be the recipient of a lead drone, but the man still did not move. he just sat there smiling as the police finally arrived and got in position to start talking to him through a megaphone. He could no longer hear the useless prattling of anything as he could only hear the final sound of his own inner voice. At that moment when all was made clear to him he then decided that revenge was the only recourse. He then put the barrel of his deliverance into his mouth and accepted his atonement. The last thing he heard was the scream of the explosive conclusion. And now hell have a new path to clamour on.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 04:15:45 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015