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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Survival / Success
- Subject: Character Based
- Published: 06/05/2016
I died on a Friday. That I was born on a Friday forty-seven years before my untimely demise, made me think about the possibility that perhaps, and I just had never noticed, people died routinely on the same day of the week they were born. This thought occurred to me just seconds before my last breath.
It’s odd the things that went through my mind as my body laid sprawled out on the hot black asphalt. I didn’t make my bed this morning! Did I feed the cat? I’ll be late for my hair appointment!
I could feel the wetness around me that I really, really was hoping was blood and not piss or shit. That would have been embarrassing even though I was pretty certain I was dying, and it shouldn’t have mattered.
I was aware that my legs were twisted in various directions, but strangely enough, there was no pain. I would have thought, when my one-hundred and seventy-five pound body rocketed through the windshield, there would be unbearable pain, and I wondered why there was none. Nada!
Through a tiny slit in my eyelid, my left, I think, I could see a pimpled-faced kid hopping away from a badly crushed devil-red pickup truck. Wide-eyed, confused, bleeding, with his cellphone in hand, he seemed hesitant to come near me. Texting, you stupid-ass kid! Were you texting? What’s the matter? Never seen a dying person?
His mouth was moving, possibly screaming, I wasn’t sure, all I could hear was the pounding in my bleeding head. He was young… very young, tall, thin…too thin, I thought. His dark green silk knee length shorts were soaked. Ah, you pissed yourself, you little turd! But what grabbed my attention was the black bushes under his armpits. Yuck! You really shouldn’t wear tank tops that expose those scrawny arms and…and damn, those hairy bushes!
There was some level of guilt about my attitude towards the boy. I was thankful, although pissed, that he seemed to have only minor injuries, but I couldn’t stop my dying thoughts.
The kid just stood there, never approaching me. I think he’s in shock! The slit in my eye began to close…swell shut. No, I really want to see this kid! Call someone boy!
The sensation was so strange. It was as if my body was breaking suction with my body! There was a pulling and pushing away from that thing that lay there all twisted and broken on the asphalt. Well, that was an easy way to get rid of a hundred and seventy-five pounds, I thought. It was always such a struggle to lose weight in that body.
I hovered. Yes, all those stories of the near-death experiences, seemed to be true. At least to that point! I was hovering over my deceased body! How long do I do this? Any chance I’ll be going back in her? Me? God, I hope not! If she ever woke up from all that, the pain might kill her/me again!
The kid was finally using the phone to call for help. What took you kid? I think you might be too late! But I wasn’t sure. Maybe there was a certain amount of time I would have to “hover” just in case I wasn’t really dead.
Strangely enough, now I could hear him. “She’s dead! Help! I….I don’t know what happened!”
Come on kid, you can do better than that. You know exactly what happened! You were texting, arguing with your stupid girlfriend, Jana. You were using all capital letters to scream at her!
Shit! How do I know all that? The entire conversation was suddenly available to me. Teenage stuff! Unimportant to all but the two of them! Certainly not worth me dying for! Then another thought occurred to me; Should I be using foul language this close to my earthly departure?
And still I was hovering. I looked around at the scene of the accident. My mangled car and his crushed pickup truck. The accident played over and over before me. The kid’s truck swerving into my lane, my futile attempts at braking, the wheels of my car catching the slight drop off of the pavement, causing my car to spin around like a child’s toy top, and finally facing the kid’s truck and hitting head-on.
Why didn’t my airbag inflate? Why didn’t my seatbelt hold? Did I miss a recall? It occurred to me that no one would know they had faulty safety equipment in their vehicles until it was too late! Well, it certainly was too late! Damn, oops, I mean darn, I don’t even have family that could sue on my behalf!
A teal-blue Jaguar pulled over and stopped. A silver-haired man, with ice-blue eyes, and wearing a dark blue suit, jumped out of his car. I knew instantly he was a doctor on his way to his daughter’s graduation ceremony. “Kid, you alright? Did you call 911?”
“I think I’m okay, sir. I…I..don’t know what happened?”
The doctor hurried to my body and knelt down. “Sit down boy, and call 911 now!”
The boy was feeling his face and head. Freaking out at the blood and the missing teeth! “I called about a minute before you got here, sir. Am I going to die?”
The beautiful doctor felt for a pulse at my carotid artery, then listened for breath sounds. He was so gentle. I think I’m in love!
Looking back at the boy, he spoke calmly, “No son, you’re not going to die, but I really need you to sit or lie down until I can get to you.”
Yup, doc, I’m dead, and you can go see to the boy now! When he put his luscious lips on mine, I realized he was going to try CPR. No, no, no! Shit, where’s the light? Where are the dead relatives come to greet me? Beam me up Scottie! Star Trek…really?
I didn’t want to go back. Could it be because my life sucked? No husband, no kids, no nothing to live for except Sally the cat! In fact, the only men in my life were Ben and Jerry, and I must confess, I had spent many nights on the couch with the two of them. Although I used a soup spoon to scoop up their lusciousness, I could never “spoon” with strawberry cheesecake ice cream!
I thought we had a say-so in these matters, but when I felt myself being sucked back into my fat, badly damaged body, I quickly figured out we, or at least I, didn’t have a choice. Somewhere in my mind I thought I heard a voice. “It’s not your time.” No joke Sherlock!
It was still Friday; I was still alive, in excruciating pain, and still pissed. Up to one hour ago, my life’s “bucket list” had one splash in it, “I wanted happiness before I died,” and that had never happened — not the happiness or the death!
I could hear the screaming ambulance in the distance and somewhere in my pounding brain, it occurred to me, my airbag and seatbelt were defective…shit, I’m gonna be rich! I envisioned my “bucket list” growing and growing. I had always heard money couldn’t buy happiness, but since I never had money or happiness, it was a sure bet I had nothing to lose. My life couldn’t get much worse, and I had somehow cheated death. Somewhere in my broken body was a happy woman, and I knew I had been given the chance to find her.
The End
My Death on Friday(Sylvia Skrmetta)
I died on a Friday. That I was born on a Friday forty-seven years before my untimely demise, made me think about the possibility that perhaps, and I just had never noticed, people died routinely on the same day of the week they were born. This thought occurred to me just seconds before my last breath.
It’s odd the things that went through my mind as my body laid sprawled out on the hot black asphalt. I didn’t make my bed this morning! Did I feed the cat? I’ll be late for my hair appointment!
I could feel the wetness around me that I really, really was hoping was blood and not piss or shit. That would have been embarrassing even though I was pretty certain I was dying, and it shouldn’t have mattered.
I was aware that my legs were twisted in various directions, but strangely enough, there was no pain. I would have thought, when my one-hundred and seventy-five pound body rocketed through the windshield, there would be unbearable pain, and I wondered why there was none. Nada!
Through a tiny slit in my eyelid, my left, I think, I could see a pimpled-faced kid hopping away from a badly crushed devil-red pickup truck. Wide-eyed, confused, bleeding, with his cellphone in hand, he seemed hesitant to come near me. Texting, you stupid-ass kid! Were you texting? What’s the matter? Never seen a dying person?
His mouth was moving, possibly screaming, I wasn’t sure, all I could hear was the pounding in my bleeding head. He was young… very young, tall, thin…too thin, I thought. His dark green silk knee length shorts were soaked. Ah, you pissed yourself, you little turd! But what grabbed my attention was the black bushes under his armpits. Yuck! You really shouldn’t wear tank tops that expose those scrawny arms and…and damn, those hairy bushes!
There was some level of guilt about my attitude towards the boy. I was thankful, although pissed, that he seemed to have only minor injuries, but I couldn’t stop my dying thoughts.
The kid just stood there, never approaching me. I think he’s in shock! The slit in my eye began to close…swell shut. No, I really want to see this kid! Call someone boy!
The sensation was so strange. It was as if my body was breaking suction with my body! There was a pulling and pushing away from that thing that lay there all twisted and broken on the asphalt. Well, that was an easy way to get rid of a hundred and seventy-five pounds, I thought. It was always such a struggle to lose weight in that body.
I hovered. Yes, all those stories of the near-death experiences, seemed to be true. At least to that point! I was hovering over my deceased body! How long do I do this? Any chance I’ll be going back in her? Me? God, I hope not! If she ever woke up from all that, the pain might kill her/me again!
The kid was finally using the phone to call for help. What took you kid? I think you might be too late! But I wasn’t sure. Maybe there was a certain amount of time I would have to “hover” just in case I wasn’t really dead.
Strangely enough, now I could hear him. “She’s dead! Help! I….I don’t know what happened!”
Come on kid, you can do better than that. You know exactly what happened! You were texting, arguing with your stupid girlfriend, Jana. You were using all capital letters to scream at her!
Shit! How do I know all that? The entire conversation was suddenly available to me. Teenage stuff! Unimportant to all but the two of them! Certainly not worth me dying for! Then another thought occurred to me; Should I be using foul language this close to my earthly departure?
And still I was hovering. I looked around at the scene of the accident. My mangled car and his crushed pickup truck. The accident played over and over before me. The kid’s truck swerving into my lane, my futile attempts at braking, the wheels of my car catching the slight drop off of the pavement, causing my car to spin around like a child’s toy top, and finally facing the kid’s truck and hitting head-on.
Why didn’t my airbag inflate? Why didn’t my seatbelt hold? Did I miss a recall? It occurred to me that no one would know they had faulty safety equipment in their vehicles until it was too late! Well, it certainly was too late! Damn, oops, I mean darn, I don’t even have family that could sue on my behalf!
A teal-blue Jaguar pulled over and stopped. A silver-haired man, with ice-blue eyes, and wearing a dark blue suit, jumped out of his car. I knew instantly he was a doctor on his way to his daughter’s graduation ceremony. “Kid, you alright? Did you call 911?”
“I think I’m okay, sir. I…I..don’t know what happened?”
The doctor hurried to my body and knelt down. “Sit down boy, and call 911 now!”
The boy was feeling his face and head. Freaking out at the blood and the missing teeth! “I called about a minute before you got here, sir. Am I going to die?”
The beautiful doctor felt for a pulse at my carotid artery, then listened for breath sounds. He was so gentle. I think I’m in love!
Looking back at the boy, he spoke calmly, “No son, you’re not going to die, but I really need you to sit or lie down until I can get to you.”
Yup, doc, I’m dead, and you can go see to the boy now! When he put his luscious lips on mine, I realized he was going to try CPR. No, no, no! Shit, where’s the light? Where are the dead relatives come to greet me? Beam me up Scottie! Star Trek…really?
I didn’t want to go back. Could it be because my life sucked? No husband, no kids, no nothing to live for except Sally the cat! In fact, the only men in my life were Ben and Jerry, and I must confess, I had spent many nights on the couch with the two of them. Although I used a soup spoon to scoop up their lusciousness, I could never “spoon” with strawberry cheesecake ice cream!
I thought we had a say-so in these matters, but when I felt myself being sucked back into my fat, badly damaged body, I quickly figured out we, or at least I, didn’t have a choice. Somewhere in my mind I thought I heard a voice. “It’s not your time.” No joke Sherlock!
It was still Friday; I was still alive, in excruciating pain, and still pissed. Up to one hour ago, my life’s “bucket list” had one splash in it, “I wanted happiness before I died,” and that had never happened — not the happiness or the death!
I could hear the screaming ambulance in the distance and somewhere in my pounding brain, it occurred to me, my airbag and seatbelt were defective…shit, I’m gonna be rich! I envisioned my “bucket list” growing and growing. I had always heard money couldn’t buy happiness, but since I never had money or happiness, it was a sure bet I had nothing to lose. My life couldn’t get much worse, and I had somehow cheated death. Somewhere in my broken body was a happy woman, and I knew I had been given the chance to find her.
The End
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