Sanity

> In-Class Sudden Fiction

November 23, 2004

The ceiling, the light is blinding, bleeding through my eyelids. The straps burn. Teal pastel paint smothers the walls. A chair, the single other thing in this room, sits in the corner patiently.

The birds. The Air. Smells. Ah. Sigh. Relief. Wetness and violence. Blood, but the place is sterilized. No infection. Lice, a virus that has attacked the system.

A pool boy with blonde rich wife. Husband approves but commits crime, murder. Who dies?

Anyone? Care to seek revenge? Children at a playground. Watch these innocent devils giggle. Anti-molester posters wired to the fence. Dogs playing, laughing, pooping.

Clean these messes! I order you!

Ah, a butterfly. I see snow. Her wings have frozen, so she’s left to die. She didn’t’ make it.

Grab a gun. Fire at will! Darn! No such thing exists.

The sun is hidden behind skyscrapers in the city, and storm clouds in the fields.

Tick, Tick, Tick. A clocks’ repetition, it drives me mad.

What about what I want?

The breeze of the ocean, halt! Is suddenly interrupted by the breeze of the trucks rolling on the highway.

The newspaper, with coffee. A hammock left in ruins. War waged. Battlefield bloodied. Dead grass vs. manicured lawns. Bloody mess. Mud pies. Warm apple pies, cider and mugs.

Fresh paint. The dead body of a baby. How unfortunate. Some one sick is happy…SICKO!

Love mystery, fear death, adrenaline surging. Restlessness.

Old book smells. Ice cream taste. Make sure you aren’t too late, too late!

Alarm sounding. Ringing in your ears. Alarm ringing warning. Spreading panic and fear.

Who will remember the good times?
Who will see the bright side?
Who will hide?

To the coward: I order you to march!

Insane! Insane…insane