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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Pain / Problems / Adversity
- Published: 09/09/2013
It was late after midnight, wind was blowing hard on that day of November. He was sitting there on the balcony of his 4 rooms flat in the neighbourhood where he has lived for 20 years now. It was a quiet neighbourhood, much quieter at that time of night. It helped his thinking to be clearer as almost no one is awake now.
It was mere dark and the only sound that could be heard is that of the air blowing against his face, finding its way into his nostrils strong enough to wake him up if he snoozed. It used to revive him when he sat there almost every night, but that night was different and it felt………Ponderous. As if something was hammering him down every time he breathed. Preventing this air to settle in him.
He can’t deny he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now……this idea was taking control, he couldn’t fight it, not when he’s broken like he was. Committing a suicide was a laugh to him when he heard about it or read it in a newspaper; he never thought he would be in that spot, where he’s urgent to do it no matter what. Cause he knows, once it’s in…it’s never out.
Things like this are like cancer spreading through your veins and suddenly your blood is virused and hacked, so it didn’t take much time to develop in him till reaching the decision point. He made up his mind and he knew it was just a matter of time to execution.
He was now at the phase of thinking ……………………. “How?” he asked himself.
Going through various methods and past efforts by ex-alives was all he’d done all day, mainly figuring the execution of the process step by step. And on the margins, he was trying to weigh the consequences despite their lucidity ……which for the most part was: He would give up the ghost.
He got pretty interesting stuff in the matter of fact, stuff that would make one hell of a movie. Should he think to attempt one of them, he kills the idea at once considering he would not be able to actually do it …to put it in action. He would be a damn good liar if he convinced himself he could jump off the roof for instance…… plus, it would be a definite scene to attract attention where he wanted it to be stealthy.
The pressure was pressing him so hard he couldn’t think clear now although he had the method earlier that day already …… but something, he knew what it was, wanted to take place there. He wanted to let some second thoughts and hesitation brake it for his own good, some religious beliefs to turn his brain the other way, but it was too late now.
Attempting such an action - as he believed - is not about attempt…… it’s about will. He was finally there as it had been looming around his head waiting for him to receive it …and he did. He read that the most disguised way to commit it is in your car, once you’re behind the wheel the adrenaline is synched with the gas pedal. If you’re triggered a bit more than normal you could salute your world for good. And that was all he needed, he didn’t want the reluctance of a knife holding or a throw off an edge or even hanging himself which was far beyond his thoughts.
Tomorrow morning he would take his car as usual and regenerate some of the feelings he had the night before as he wouldn’t find any problem doing so, that should be enough to press him for driving his own destiny to an end or maybe …………… Off a bridge. It usually strikes people when doing something extreme with their rides that maybe the car would be damaged and never again be a……car. But obviously that didn’t occur to him as he knew he wouldn’t be there to regret.
He was satisfied by the idea and the plan set up, but he heard a sound clear enough to break the silence of the night and travel through the thick air. He succeeded in detecting its source; it was the balcony of the flat facing his in a different building. The flat was high above earth, reaching for the stars, but he could see what’s going on now with perfect sounding ……he could make out a boy behind the curtains running after something …… Fiercely. The sound was getting disturbing with the drumming of his feet on the floor. And finally, he could identify the sound and image of what he had seen…….
It was a cat… terrified from its caterwauls… and trembling from its look. Both of them got nearer to the window and into the balcony while the boy was beating the cat so harsh it could be broken, you can listen to creaking sounds from time to time …mostly from the cat’s body.
After several hits and beatings which looked like a combo, the boy’s hands went upwards in a backwards direction in slow motion as if he was charging something……it looked like a finisher. The animal knew there was no chance surviving such a strike.
At the moment just before contact of his hands and the cat ………… the cat found its way off the balcony, it jumped off the 8th floor porch flying in the air looking like a damned demon in this dark night. It took too long in the air, or at least that’s what it seemed, like everything was blurred, but the cat remained under high focus. An eye couldn’t be wrong to tell that the body cut about 2 to 3 meters horizontally before falling to gravity. The fall took quite some time to make the body look like a magnet between two poles, struggling to find an attraction pole.
Finally it surrendered to the gravity and started going down in snail’s pace till the last scene was fast forwarded, urging for contact. Miraculously, it landed safe. Ran like a bullet, full and sound, but the truth is…..it was death proof.
Sitting down on his balcony he was, and he watched. He sat there for complete 5 minutes without a move. Then he got up, fixed the chair and got in his flat making his way to bed.
………………………
The next morning he got up finding his way to the bathroom where he washed and changed his clothes. There was a desk in the guest room which he used frequently, and it was his next stop of the morning. He sat there silently, his son got in and said hello without waiting for a reply ……………and he continued “Dad! I need your car for the day. Ok?”
Dad never said a word, instead he took his car keys and put them on the desk between the two of them…………. The boy reached for the keys and disappeared out of the room leaving his old man sitting there.
He had worn his glasses, opened the newspaper……and started to read through the daily columns.
The Gift(Gasser)
It was late after midnight, wind was blowing hard on that day of November. He was sitting there on the balcony of his 4 rooms flat in the neighbourhood where he has lived for 20 years now. It was a quiet neighbourhood, much quieter at that time of night. It helped his thinking to be clearer as almost no one is awake now.
It was mere dark and the only sound that could be heard is that of the air blowing against his face, finding its way into his nostrils strong enough to wake him up if he snoozed. It used to revive him when he sat there almost every night, but that night was different and it felt………Ponderous. As if something was hammering him down every time he breathed. Preventing this air to settle in him.
He can’t deny he’d been thinking about it for quite some time now……this idea was taking control, he couldn’t fight it, not when he’s broken like he was. Committing a suicide was a laugh to him when he heard about it or read it in a newspaper; he never thought he would be in that spot, where he’s urgent to do it no matter what. Cause he knows, once it’s in…it’s never out.
Things like this are like cancer spreading through your veins and suddenly your blood is virused and hacked, so it didn’t take much time to develop in him till reaching the decision point. He made up his mind and he knew it was just a matter of time to execution.
He was now at the phase of thinking ……………………. “How?” he asked himself.
Going through various methods and past efforts by ex-alives was all he’d done all day, mainly figuring the execution of the process step by step. And on the margins, he was trying to weigh the consequences despite their lucidity ……which for the most part was: He would give up the ghost.
He got pretty interesting stuff in the matter of fact, stuff that would make one hell of a movie. Should he think to attempt one of them, he kills the idea at once considering he would not be able to actually do it …to put it in action. He would be a damn good liar if he convinced himself he could jump off the roof for instance…… plus, it would be a definite scene to attract attention where he wanted it to be stealthy.
The pressure was pressing him so hard he couldn’t think clear now although he had the method earlier that day already …… but something, he knew what it was, wanted to take place there. He wanted to let some second thoughts and hesitation brake it for his own good, some religious beliefs to turn his brain the other way, but it was too late now.
Attempting such an action - as he believed - is not about attempt…… it’s about will. He was finally there as it had been looming around his head waiting for him to receive it …and he did. He read that the most disguised way to commit it is in your car, once you’re behind the wheel the adrenaline is synched with the gas pedal. If you’re triggered a bit more than normal you could salute your world for good. And that was all he needed, he didn’t want the reluctance of a knife holding or a throw off an edge or even hanging himself which was far beyond his thoughts.
Tomorrow morning he would take his car as usual and regenerate some of the feelings he had the night before as he wouldn’t find any problem doing so, that should be enough to press him for driving his own destiny to an end or maybe …………… Off a bridge. It usually strikes people when doing something extreme with their rides that maybe the car would be damaged and never again be a……car. But obviously that didn’t occur to him as he knew he wouldn’t be there to regret.
He was satisfied by the idea and the plan set up, but he heard a sound clear enough to break the silence of the night and travel through the thick air. He succeeded in detecting its source; it was the balcony of the flat facing his in a different building. The flat was high above earth, reaching for the stars, but he could see what’s going on now with perfect sounding ……he could make out a boy behind the curtains running after something …… Fiercely. The sound was getting disturbing with the drumming of his feet on the floor. And finally, he could identify the sound and image of what he had seen…….
It was a cat… terrified from its caterwauls… and trembling from its look. Both of them got nearer to the window and into the balcony while the boy was beating the cat so harsh it could be broken, you can listen to creaking sounds from time to time …mostly from the cat’s body.
After several hits and beatings which looked like a combo, the boy’s hands went upwards in a backwards direction in slow motion as if he was charging something……it looked like a finisher. The animal knew there was no chance surviving such a strike.
At the moment just before contact of his hands and the cat ………… the cat found its way off the balcony, it jumped off the 8th floor porch flying in the air looking like a damned demon in this dark night. It took too long in the air, or at least that’s what it seemed, like everything was blurred, but the cat remained under high focus. An eye couldn’t be wrong to tell that the body cut about 2 to 3 meters horizontally before falling to gravity. The fall took quite some time to make the body look like a magnet between two poles, struggling to find an attraction pole.
Finally it surrendered to the gravity and started going down in snail’s pace till the last scene was fast forwarded, urging for contact. Miraculously, it landed safe. Ran like a bullet, full and sound, but the truth is…..it was death proof.
Sitting down on his balcony he was, and he watched. He sat there for complete 5 minutes without a move. Then he got up, fixed the chair and got in his flat making his way to bed.
………………………
The next morning he got up finding his way to the bathroom where he washed and changed his clothes. There was a desk in the guest room which he used frequently, and it was his next stop of the morning. He sat there silently, his son got in and said hello without waiting for a reply ……………and he continued “Dad! I need your car for the day. Ok?”
Dad never said a word, instead he took his car keys and put them on the desk between the two of them…………. The boy reached for the keys and disappeared out of the room leaving his old man sitting there.
He had worn his glasses, opened the newspaper……and started to read through the daily columns.
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