Post by TBP on Apr 3, 2010 19:51:16 GMT -5
on rosa: rosasecta.com/submissions/submissions/TBPOBSCURE/usual-day/
Today, I walk into the sitting room of my home after waking up. A kicked over foot stool and my wife, lifeless, hanging from the ceiling greets me. Oh dear. I'm late for work. Better get ready.
Dressed in my usual work clothes, suit and tie, and gripping my briefcase tightly in one hand, I walk into the office. Lights are off. Odd. Ah, the whole power system is off. Pretty chilly in here. I walk over to the main desk in the hall where the receptionist stays. She is limped over the desk, blood trickled down her arm and the desk, onto the floor. Guess I won't say my usual hello.
I hurry on over to my own desk. Since the power's out, I best do some paperwork. The curtains are all drawn and there's enough light shining in for me to see well enough. Big windows, see. It's really damn quiet in here. I peep over at my co-worker's desks.
One worker is clumped in a heap over his desk with a gunshot wound to his head. Another is laying on the floor beside his desk, with vomit and blood all over the ground. And a bottle of pills on his desk. I just shrug and get back to my paperwork.
The light outside is dimming a bit. Is that the time already? I'd better pack up. I need to go grab a packet of smokes before I go home.
The streets are pretty empty today, just the occasional corpse lying face-first on the concrete. I walk into the local papershop. The shopkeeper, Robert, isn't behind the counter. I need to use the crapper. I know there's one round the back of the shop, but I usually have to ask Rob if I can use it. Oh well. I hope he'll forgive me.
I pop round the back and open the bathroom door. Since Rob actually lives in this part, the bathroom has a bathtub and such. And the bathtub's full. Overflowing a tad. And Rob is face-down in the tub. Fully clothed, too. I can see why he was taking a bath, it smells like death in here. I back out to go grab some smokes. I'll just use the crapper at home.
Aah, back home. I'm not feeling particularly hungry today. I think I'll just go to bed early. Get some rest, I need it...
Today, I wake up, and walk into the sitting room where my wife hangs from the ceiling. Yawn. Late for work again...
Today, I walk into the sitting room of my home after waking up. A kicked over foot stool and my wife, lifeless, hanging from the ceiling greets me. Oh dear. I'm late for work. Better get ready.
Dressed in my usual work clothes, suit and tie, and gripping my briefcase tightly in one hand, I walk into the office. Lights are off. Odd. Ah, the whole power system is off. Pretty chilly in here. I walk over to the main desk in the hall where the receptionist stays. She is limped over the desk, blood trickled down her arm and the desk, onto the floor. Guess I won't say my usual hello.
I hurry on over to my own desk. Since the power's out, I best do some paperwork. The curtains are all drawn and there's enough light shining in for me to see well enough. Big windows, see. It's really damn quiet in here. I peep over at my co-worker's desks.
One worker is clumped in a heap over his desk with a gunshot wound to his head. Another is laying on the floor beside his desk, with vomit and blood all over the ground. And a bottle of pills on his desk. I just shrug and get back to my paperwork.
The light outside is dimming a bit. Is that the time already? I'd better pack up. I need to go grab a packet of smokes before I go home.
The streets are pretty empty today, just the occasional corpse lying face-first on the concrete. I walk into the local papershop. The shopkeeper, Robert, isn't behind the counter. I need to use the crapper. I know there's one round the back of the shop, but I usually have to ask Rob if I can use it. Oh well. I hope he'll forgive me.
I pop round the back and open the bathroom door. Since Rob actually lives in this part, the bathroom has a bathtub and such. And the bathtub's full. Overflowing a tad. And Rob is face-down in the tub. Fully clothed, too. I can see why he was taking a bath, it smells like death in here. I back out to go grab some smokes. I'll just use the crapper at home.
Aah, back home. I'm not feeling particularly hungry today. I think I'll just go to bed early. Get some rest, I need it...
Today, I wake up, and walk into the sitting room where my wife hangs from the ceiling. Yawn. Late for work again...