The International Writers Magazine: Life Fiction
Wet Shower Floor
When I wake up at three I want to sit by the window and smoke a cigarette before I do anything else.
I take a shower first because I know the anticipation of it will be much better. While in the shower I think about how depressed I am and ponder lying on my back but the shower floor is dirty and it grosses me out. I continue standing. When I get out of the shower and dry myself and put on my clothes I lay back in bed and feel itchy. I know I should clean my room. But it is almost four and
the time for cleaning is past. If I'm going to clean it will be before noon.
I am in the mood to buy a hammer. I will purchase a hammer today.
The time for purchasing a hammer is past, though. I continue to lie on my back.
If I had the money, I would buy myself a haircut. I am balding. My hair is thinning at least, and I know people notice. I have no scratch to buy a haircut and the time is past anyway.
I could grab a cup of coffee. I could go see Katie and Aaron. I haven't been to see them in a while because of my lack of scratch. The time for getting coffee is past, though. I don't feel comfortable getting coffee after about one. They would be correct to think that I had just gotten up and they
wouldn't care. But I'm too paranoid. The time is past anyway.
I continue to lie on my back, thankful it is my bed and not the shower floor.
I hope the cops don't find me today. I hope my brother would have the scratch to bail me out without mom and dad ever knowing.
But the time is past for worrying right now.
A little past four my mother texts me.
-At the ER. Grandad fell and needs stitches-
-Poor grandad. I'll have to call him in a few days. Keep me informed.
-How are you?-
-Fine. I have some things I want to send you. Stuff I've been doing here.
I have smoked two cigarettes now. I know I will smoke two or three more today before the time is past. I will lie on my back and worry about cancer.
I wonder how painful cancer really is. I have a dull pain in my ear that has been there for two months. I do research on the internet. I should stop smoking cigarettes before the time is past. I don't want my mom to send my brother a text.
-At the ER. Your brother has cancer
© Tom Vinson September '12
-His time is past
-He's such an idiot