A case of the Mondays

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic


Monday.

Wake up.

Brush my teeth, get changed, eat. Drive to work, hate it, drive home, sleep.

Monday.

Wake up. Weekends are too short.

Brush my teeth, get changed, eat. Drive to work, hate it so very much, drive home, sleep. No, usually I have a quick drink before bed.

Monday.

Wake up. Feel like I’ve done this a million times already.

Brush my teeth, get changed, eat. Wait, I definitely had a drink before breakfast. Drive to work, hate it, drive home, eat, drink, sleep.

Monday.

Wake up. It feels clearer now.

Brush my teeth, get changed, drink, eat. Drive to work. Right, I had my flask in my suit jacket. Have a swig of the flask before work, hate work, drive home, eat, drink, sleep.

Monday.

Wake up. Drink.

Brush my teeth, get changed, drink, eat. Drive to work, drink. Hate work. The flask was empty when I left that day. Drive home. Sleep.

Monday.

Wake up.

Drink. Brush my teeth, get changed, drink, eat. Drive to work, drink. Hate work, drink, drink. Drive home. I didn't make it home. There was an accident. What happened? Sleep.

Monday.

Wake up. This is a nightmare.

Drink. Brush my teeth, get changed, drink, eat. Drive to work, drink. Hate work, drink. Drink. Drive home, slam into a minivan. I shouldn't have been driving. Didn’t see the stop sign. Sleep. No, not sleepUnconscious.

Monday.

Wake up. Not again.

Six people in there. Was it five that died? Yeah, grandparents and three grand-kids. The mom survived, barely. I killed them. Oh God, I killed them.

Monday.

Wake up. I need to stop this.

I see them this time. The horror in their eyes, the understanding that washes across their faces in that split second before their light goes dark. That half-second lasts forever. Chaos. Unconscious.

Monday.

Wake up. Can’t do this anymore. Get my pistol from the safe. One in the chamber. Good. That’s all I need.

Press the barrel against my temple. I'll finally be free. Pull the trigger. The mechanism releases the firing pin, I can practically hear it flying through the air on its way to set off the bullet. It all happens in less than the blink of an eye.

Everything goes white.

...

Monday.

Wake up.


Submitted: March 25, 2021

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