EDIT: omg, i just improvised a 527 word narrative in 40 minutes. still no title. enjoy:
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Nothing is the same anymore.She walks down the alley, barely making a straight line.
Nothing will ever be the same anymore.She walks down the alley alone.
She can still feel him next to her. Their hands interlaced as they walk down the alley together. Just as they had done just that morning.
The surgeon's words echo clearly in her head. There was no chance for him.
How could there be? Dead on arrival.
She fumbles for her keys. She'd never stepped into the house alone before. It was always he who would open the door. He would hold it open. She finds the key.
The blade jams. Its the wrong key. She tries another. A tear streams down her cheek.
How can she not know which key opens the door?The blade jams. Another tear streams down her cheek. She slumps down and sits on the floor, back to the door. She laughs. He looks down at her and pulls her up.
"C'mon, quit playing. Get up."
"Okay, okay. Let's go"
Its 9am again and they walk down the alleyway.
"Oh wait. I forgot my wallet, here take his leash"
"Haha. Okay, here let me get that."
He unlocks the door and swings it open.
"Alright lets go. We've wasted enough time,"
"We? You're the one wasting time here, haha"
"Oh, you."
They walk aimlessly. Like they do every morning. Going wherever the dog brings them. This morning is different.
She wipes off her tears and pulls herself up. She tries the last key. The tumbler clunks as the blade goes in. She turns the bow and the door unlocks. She opens the door. She drops her bag and her keys on the floor, leaving the door to slam shut in the wind. She clambers to the toilet and puts on the hot water. Too overwhelmed to take off her clothes, she steps in and lets the hot water beat down upon her back, drenching her. She squats down and stares at the floor. The leash runs out of her hand.
"Hey come back!"
"I'll go get him" he says.
"You know what, just leave him, he'll come back."
"Naw. I dont want him messing up anyone's day, i'll be right back."
"Haha, okay."
She turns the handle. The hot water hits like a ton of bricks. The sound is deafening.
Its so loud. People are screaming. Where is he? She stands. What was that noise? It was like a ton of bricks. She can't see from where she is. She walks forward. She sees a Ford Explorer. Its fender dented. Its front bumper smeared with blood. The driver steps down, alcohol in his hand, and passes out. She moves closer, her heart sinking lower with every step. She sees them.
She looks at the floor. The pattern on the wet tiles. She sees the tarmac. She sees the dog. She sees him. She sees blood. She weeps.
The hot water comes down heavier as she starts crying.
The situation sets in fully.
What do i do now? What happens next? So many questions to be asked. Yet, no one can answer her.
She screams.
