(suicide)
by T.C. Alucard
He came inside, closed and locked the door behind him. Greeted by a bouncing eighty pound Malamute who'd been anxiously awaiting his return from work, he just pushed her away and replied, "Leave me alone."
Although it was a beautiful warm and sunny spring day, the blinds were drawn and it was already dark inside. He hung up his jacket on the rack by the door and then his keys. He waded through the menagerie of leg-rubbing cats as well as the aforementioned obnoxious dog. "Get out of my way!" was the only acknowledgment he gave on his way through the kitchen to the bathroom. After taking a leak and flushing, he stopped for a quick glance at the mirror and grimaced.
He fell down on the couch, grabbed the remote and
("So I said that if you do, I'm gonna kick you to the curb, ya know what I'm sayin'?"
"Look, I can see where you comin' from, but you gonna do that you got to be ready to ax yoself if you can. That's all I'm sayin'. Ya know what I'm sayin'?")
Glazed, he watched without being aware that he wasn't watching at all.
("Look Donna, I just feel more comfortable in a dress."
"Well, that's not what you said last night in the hotel room."
"OOOOOOOooooohhhhhh
AAAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"
The phone rang.
"Hi, this is 583-4823...when you hear the beep, thanks."
"Hey, what's up man? Haven't seen you around for a while...give me a call, eh?"
Something woke him up from his snooze. What was it? Couldn't quite figure...oh. His cigarette had burnt his pointin' and throwin' fingers.
"Goddamnit!" He let it drop in the ash tray and proceeded to light up another one.
He awoke to the evening news, pushed off the cats and dog and made his way to the bathroom again. He turned on the little black and white, turned on the water and began to take off his clothes.
He stepped into the tub, sat, and sank into the water. He stared straight ahead at nothing while the TV continued on with programs of nothing. He didn't notice.
He sat up, pulled the plug, stood up, grabbed a towel and started to dry himself off.
He watched himself in the mirror again as he brushed his teeth.
He walked into the bedroom and got dressed.
He opened his top drawer...
...took out the box...
...took out the gun...
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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