• Gone Again and again.

    That reminds me, I quietly thought to myself; as I turned the computer on to finish my writer’s craft homework. And for that split second everything was perfectly fine. If only I had known that I was about to die.

    Bang!

    Faulty computer parts plummeted through my body; I didn’t even see it coming. The blast was blinding but the light that followed was even brighter than anything I could’ve ever imagined. Everything felt euphoric and I felt intoxicated by the pure tranquility that surrounded me for what seemed like an eternity. Then I was off, my soul was ripped from its resting place and hurtled immediately into Jake Watson, a 43 year old exotic dancer.

    Abruptly I was slammed onto a stage. I could feel puke begin to crust on my upper lip. Irony always had a way of coming back and smacking me firmly in the a**. I was at this same bar, not even a week ago. Jake and I happened to spend a little one on one time. Seeing him again makes me think it was definitely a very bad idea. If you squint your eyes slightly I’m sure he would be an attractive man. Add a few, or ten, drinks and I’m sure he’d be a real winner.

    I more than a little confused when the paramedics rushed in, but it’s not like I was going to fight them off. They rushed me to the hospital and pumped my stomach. This, by the way, is a very gruesome thing indeed. Now that that was over I was very delighted, I had a new body and a new life; a fresh start.

    “Hello, Mr. Watson.” That voice sounded familiar. I turned to see who had just entered the room.

    It was my dad, or at least had been, in my previous life. We talked for awhile, me playing the part, and when he stood to leave my stomach retched inside itself and left me wishing for at least a little puke, something to hold him there for at least another second. And when he was gone, I was gone too; I guess it was a last chance to say goodbye.