|COLD BLACK MIRROR (standard:Flash, 5957 words)|
|Author: Danny Zil||Added: Oct 04 2016||Views/Reads: 1166/572||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|10 BLACK FLASH TALES.|
COLD BLACK MIRROR DANNY ZIL 10 BLACK FLASH TALES 1. ORDINARY JOE 2. CARE TO BUY A LOSER A DRINK? 3. ONLY DEGREES OF MISERY 4. WAKE TO NOTHIN 5. GRAVEDIGGER 6. SMOKIN KILLS 7. IT'S NOT YOUR DAY, JFK 8. IS MY MUSIC BOTHERIN YOU? 9. DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM? 10. LEGEND ORDINARY JOE Ordinary Joe liked winter. The cold. The grey skies. The rain. The darkness. You could hide in all that. Become invisible. Disappear. Ordinary Joe hated summer. The heat. The blue skies. The sunshine. The light. You couldn't hide in all that. You were visible. Couldn't disappear. Things had started out fine for Ordinary Joe. In his teens, they were lookin good. He was a handsome guy, beddin some of the more attractive girls in his school. Hell, even a couple of their moms. He was doin well in his studies. Engineerin. He was also throwin quarterback passes that were attractin the attention of the pros. Yep, everythin was lookin good. Then a motorbike accident left him with a metal pin in his throwin arm. Sure he could still use it okay but he couldn't make the passes anymore. That pissed him off real bad an his studies fell away. Then he got one of his girlfriends pregnant an wound up havin to marry her. They had the kid and he had to give up his studies an take factory work to support them. Then the mortgage. Then the second kid. The end of dreams. Friends fell away. The drinkin started. The marriage fell away. The divorce started. Now Ordinary Joe was in his forties. Livin alone in a rented tenth floor flat. Not many friends. No real interests. Occasional women but they got canned for one reason or another. Same way he got canned from jobs for one reason or another. Christ one time he'd been so desperate for money that he'd worked in one of them care homes for old folks. What a stinkin job that was. Changin their diapers. Moppin their drool. Shovin mulched up shit into their toothless gobs. That didn't last. Now it was a borin repetitive factory job packin internet orders into boxes. He could go a whole shift an barely say a word to anyone. Not that it mattered these days. Ordinary Joe had nothin much to say anymore an hardly anybody interested him. For daytime, the drug of choice was valium. For nitetime, the drink of choice was vodka. Ordinary Joe drank himself to sleep most nites an drank himself unconscious at weekends. It would go on that way until the end. Starin out the window at the downtown scene on winter's nites, Ordinary Joe could drink himself into the darkness. Sittin there, smokin an watchin the snow fallin, he often thought about how bad it had all become. Dead end job. Hardly saw his kids. Hardly any friends. Always chasin money. No hope of ever achievin anythin anymore. He was just another nobody. An ordinary joe. How good it had all looked when he was sixteen, seventeen. ‘Christ, if you knew how your fuckin life was goin to turn out there'd be hardly any of us left,' he decided. Every day it was the grim struggle. The grim struggle to keep work. The grim struggle for money. The grim struggle to stay sane. A convicted criminal was a prisoner on the inside. Ordinary Joe was a prisoner on the outside. Click here to read the rest of this story (754 more lines)
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