Daniel had no memory of the car crash that killed his wife patch and he couldn't understand why he kept seeing her. was it his guilt? was it their never ending love? why was she haunting him and was it true that he would never hold her again.
This was the first draft for an assigment that I did in my first semester of college, and it is also a smaller piece to a larger story (in the same universe as Black Hands). It's a short piece about finding something to smile about every day, even in the worst of times.
He asked me to close my eyes...close my eyes and think back to when we met, it had to be almost ten years ago. He wondered if I ever imagined that we would be where we are today.
I was married and we shared thee same best friend. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander back to that day. I clearly remember meeting him. She, our shared best friend, had often talked about him and I had a definite vision of what I believed he would be like and even a vision of what I thought he would look like. It was years later that I realized he wasn't any of those things.
His eyes were piercing blue and his smile was genuine. He was comfortable and very easy to get along with. It could not of been the easiest atmosphere to walk into. We all had very strong personalities and sarcasm should be our middle names. Our group was open to others but we had so many "inside jokes" and "funny sayings" that it could sometimes be hard to keep up with us and what we were talking about.
He took it all in...I don't think I ever saw him without a smile on his face. The moment I realized I could tease him - it was on - he was part of the gang.
The truth...I never saw him in any other capacity then a friend. I was married, happily married at the time. I did feel like he was someone I wanted to get to know more about. He had a calming spirit. We sat and watched fire works together and conversation was light, easy and fun. He had this quiet confidence that I found refreshing.
The thing I remember most was when he left. I thought he was nothing like what I imagined - he was better in every way.
A man stands on a bridge smoking a cigarette. Above him, the infinite universe watches with absolute ambivalence. Below, a gaping hole in the cracked and desolate ground waits patiently like the open jaws of some stoic predator. All he has to do is let go.
A near-future sci fi story in which the implications of artificial intelligence, the questionable morals of corporations, and the desperation of a grieving high school teacher come to a head in a small bar run by a man who only wants a cigarette. When the teacher pulls out a gun and begs him to kill him, he refuses, but has no idea just how far this man will go to stop his ex-wife's voice in his head, a voice stuck on repeat, the same sentence over and over and over again.
A national organization championing the rights of gun owners throughout the U.S. holds its annual convention in Detroit -- only to come across an armed super-criminal who doesn't care about the Second Amendment (but is totally in favor of all-out lawless chaos).