It was heavy, hot, the air embracing him and curling around him and smothering him. The ceiling fan whirred rhythmically, and he breathed and breathed and didn't think about it, not at all. His desk was cluttered with photos and trinkets and little bits and bobs from times past, lives past. His family, his wife and two children, were out grocery shopping. It was Saturday when he grabbed a towel, tied it to the fan, and gently choked the life out of himself.
Carlos was not a good boy. He didn't cry at the funeral, nor mourn, nor remain stoic for the sake of his little sister. Every morning he woke up, made breakfast, and went off to school as his mother shook Mellie awake. Every afternoon he came back, did his homework, watched television, went to bed. An even rhythm, unshakeable. There was no gap, no feeling of an emptiness ripped from the center of his life. He didn't avoid his father's office.
Days, nights, they went on and on. The years went on and on, graduation, college, jobs, girlfriends, over and over and over until he didn't think about it anymore. The face in the mirror changed and did not change. He was not a good boy, and his wife came up to him and hugged him and said the kids and I are going to go grocery shopping okay, okay? Remember to open a window if you're going to work on your reports. It's too stuffy in there.
He sits in front of a computer and remembers a time where he dreamed or could have dreamed, above and beyond and here and not here. He thinks of his childhood and a rhythm and a family, unshakeable, steady. He thinks of the moon and the stars and the sun and he thinks of a time that had happened, would have happened, will happen.
It was heavy, hot, the air embracing him and curling around him and smothering him. The ceiling fan whirred rhythmically, and he breathed and breathed and didn't think about it, not at all.
(Based on this Story Jam)
Fruit from this Jam:
Time's Chaos. by Benjamin
The Frenchman by MichaelThompson
Americana Chance by
Modern Factory by Matt Drake
A wrinkle in Time by
Emilio by Richard
Personal time by lindalopez
Time Machine by Zita Barlai
All in the mind by Sam
When we were young by Kip Logan
Echoes of Darkness by James
we are Al ready time machines by David Pinto
song on repeat by H.L.W.
The Black Hole Walker by Kevin Cagle