Gasping for air, he rolled over. Or tried to roll over. His left side wasn't really working anymore. He was pretty sure he was going to lose his arm. Grinning wryly, he thought, "assuming he lived". The devil was probably paying close attention to his plight. The devil had been waiting for this moment for a long time. But that devil was going to have wait a bit longer, as he mustered up his strength and sat up. That was half the battle right there. His left arm was starting to hurt, "that was good," he thought, "if I can feel it, then I can use it." His right hand still worked. He had some strength left.
He had been betrayed, beaten, shot and left for dead. He had promised his soul to the devil years ago. All of his careful planning, his building of power, the wealth, none of it could save him now. The devil was coming to collect his due.
But not before he got his revenge. He always had a backup plan.
With his good hand, he fumbled around for his cellphone. He saw it laying just out of reach. If he moved to get it, he would bleed to death in seconds.
As he contemplated what to do, a ghostly hand lifted the phone and tossed it to him. "Well, it's officially a party, Death is here" he mockingly muttered. With a few swipes, and some texting later, the air strikes were safely on their way. As he lay waiting, watching the missiles fall towards him and his targets. He was still in the kill zone.
He just sank back and relaxed and waited on the devil.
Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Lonely is death on a dirt road
Thursday, October 9, 2014
Brick
The stones were rough on his skin. He was pass the point of stopping, of caring. Once, he would have cringed about the damage the heavy labor did to his hands. Once. That time was long past. Lots of things were long past.
The grooves and swirls of his skin were filled with stone dust, filling in the skin like the cement used to grout the wall. It wouldn't take long now.
He had been working a long time, building this wall high, reinforcing it, making it impenetrable. It had become his life long desire, a life free of entanglements, free of people. Free to follow the life he chose with no regards for the impact on others.
Once, he considered adding a door, a chance for to visit. A way for her to enter, a chance to see her again. Once. But then like his hands, labored and cracked, his heart was slowly turning to concrete. Maybe in the future, someone would find this walled off world, with his stone form and wondered what hurt would have caused all this destruction. Maybe. Maybes didn't carry much weight with him anymore. He was tired of guessing the outcome. The future always stared him in the face, regardless of what he pretended. He knew the end.
And thus no door. She was never coming anyway. And he placed another stone. The tears from his pain crept from his crusted eyes adding just enough moisture to solidify the fresh coat of dust on his face. Slowly he was turning. Another stone.
One day, soon enough, he would done. No one would ever see him again. The tears continued.