I was pondering the fact that my shoes were seemingly becoming less of size than necessity required with each step, when something else hit me….

...literally.

Have you ever wondered what life is like just before it ends?

My past had become a meaningless slideshow of such tepid futility that flickered upon the walls of retinal tapestry.

I awoke, still in the calmness of my despair.

Those who attended me explained how my days of relentless exposure to a celluloid grey matter vacation came to be. Apparently in my paying attention to a thought, I was thoughtlessly not paying attention and created a new interpretive dance movement; which started with my version of the hood ornament, followed by a graceful slide across the hood and, in a grand finale to wow them all, I finished with a windshield snow angel!

The pain I was in was simply for show, as my body was making a point my mind would not soon forget.

I became very annoyed that someone hit me, after all how could they not see ME?!

THEY have caused my wasted time!

THEY have caused this pain!

THEY….They…they………they had given me something I have needed for far too long.

That slideshow, it was so….so….why? I mean how could I have been so blind as to believe I was living when I was so clearly just putting in time and allowing each day to pass with such morbid mediocrity.

It turned out there really was no ME to be seen.

I was nothing more than societal camouflage.





- another short story attempt by J.G. Smith (05/12/06)