A couple weeks back my good friend, Otin, did a marvelous parody of my blog. It's pretty hard to sit down and try to copy someone's style, especially when it comes to someone that is the master at twisting a story in such a creative way. No one does it quite like Otin. If you don't believe me, go check it out at Wizard of Otin. I will say this, out of anyone in the blogosphere, I would want Otin at my back. Take time to get to know him and you will understand. Without further ado...
The cock stood erect and crowed at the encroaching dawn, signaling Matthew's final day. The last several months he had thought long and hard about what this day would bring, what he would say to give solace to those he was leaving behind. Retirement will do that to people, he thought, running his fingers across his freshly shorn head.
Steak and eggs arrived on a steaming plate, placed before him by George, his constant companion.
"Today's the big day Mr. O." George greeted him.
"Thank you George." he dismissed him thoughtlessly.
His meal grew cold, barely touched. His attention drawn to the picture of Janice, as he rubbed his finger across her face. Most of the color was gone, wiped away with each caress. She would be there today, to hear his words, to see him bid farewell to this life that had consumed him. She had such plans for the freedom she would now enjoy.
When they came to help him dress, he placed the picture on his pillow. His special suit had been pressed, just the right jewelry had been selected to present the proper image. As they fussed over him making sure all was as it should be, he thought about the time he and Janice had spent at the lake. The strawberry scent of her hair, the saltiness of her skin, lingered like a ghost in his memory.
"It is time."
The processional wound through the halls, making their way to the stage. Arriving they made last minute adjustments. Flanked by his men, he stood stoic as they read his accomplishments to those assembled. All eyes turned to him for his closing remarks. A hushed silence, no ringing phones, he turned to the spot where he knew she would be and smiled.
The curtain closed and with a slam like that of a closing door, the trap door gave way, dropping him seven feet and seven inches. One quick firecracker snap, and his body slowly turned clockwise with the unlikely grace of a ballerina at the end of his hangman's noose. For a full three minutes, Janice watched, no tears to stream down the jagged scars he had left on her face, until they closed the lower curtain.
That evening under a beautiful sunset with a glass of wine, she sat down to her computer. She almost missed it in her Blogger Reader, buried three posts down, the title Happy Hour Friday. Hesitantly she clicked, and once loaded read...
In Emails with RxBambi, a great friend of mine, we decided to co host a Friday post called "Happy hour Friday". Actually it started out as Happy Friday, but Hit 40 threw in the Hour part, and made the little picture! Friday is the end of the work week, and a doorway to free time and hopefully fun. Just list some things that make you happy, and Have a fun weekend! BE SURE TO VISIT RX BAMBI and HIT 40! :)
Here are some things that make me happy...
Today I am at peace for the first time in years.
I will be seeing you very soon, Janice.
Well that's about the best I can do, for the real thing go to Wizard of Otin! And for the record, he's really not psychotic, he told me himself.