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That fateful October Night
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The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. There was no apparent, stopping it, I would die. It must be true what they say, confronted with sudden death your life will flash before your eyes and mine did conveniently showing all of my embarrassing moments like that time I farted in the morning assembly but the instrumental unexpectedly cut off when I had just let it loose or that time I was passing by a few guys on my way home and a small quiet but deadly fart decided to make its grand entrance on my fancy exit. It was absolutely mortifying and yet, there it was one last time before I would have to kick the bucket, another one trying to make the final go at humiliating me in the face of my soon-to-be killer. I clenched my butt in an attempt to delay the inevitable as onward he approached, getting closer and closer to where I stood. It was my thought that I should retain the last pieces of my dignity even if it was the last thing I do so I laid with my back against the wall, arms outstretched and my eyes tightly shut.
Out of the blue, I hear "Pranked you good, didn't I?" from the mouth of my best friend, Ella. I was shocked so much so that out it came. Thereafter, all traces of dignity went through the window as I ran away bawling my eyes out, out of embarrassment. All the while, I suppose my so-called bestie must have been pleased that night. After all, though it pains me to admit, she did get me "good" on that fateful Halloween night.
© St. Clair
The footsteps following me sounded closer. I ran through the empty corridors of the hospital, my heart pounding with terror.
I turned a corner and stopped short. I had reached a dead end. There was no apparent, stopping it, I would die. It must be true what they say, confronted with sudden death your life will flash before your eyes and mine did conveniently showing all of my embarrassing moments like that time I farted in the morning assembly but the instrumental unexpectedly cut off when I had just let it loose or that time I was passing by a few guys on my way home and a small quiet but deadly fart decided to make its grand entrance on my fancy exit. It was absolutely mortifying and yet, there it was one last time before I would have to kick the bucket, another one trying to make the final go at humiliating me in the face of my soon-to-be killer. I clenched my butt in an attempt to delay the inevitable as onward he approached, getting closer and closer to where I stood. It was my thought that I should retain the last pieces of my dignity even if it was the last thing I do so I laid with my back against the wall, arms outstretched and my eyes tightly shut.
Out of the blue, I hear "Pranked you good, didn't I?" from the mouth of my best friend, Ella. I was shocked so much so that out it came. Thereafter, all traces of dignity went through the window as I ran away bawling my eyes out, out of embarrassment. All the while, I suppose my so-called bestie must have been pleased that night. After all, though it pains me to admit, she did get me "good" on that fateful Halloween night.
© St. Clair
