“Remember
to eat your fruits and vegetables!”
Hannibal Lecter
Okay, today's
story is actually another real world non-fantasy sci-fi one. I
sometimes point out when my stories are not fantasy/scifi just so you
don't expect something to pop out continually and get annoyed when it
never does. (Like imagine being told something is a monster movie and
monster never appears. Wouldn't that be really annoying?) Tomorrow
the flash fiction series I keep talking about is going to come out
and I think you all will enjoy it! Since the stories are already
prepared its going to be posted nice and early instead of late like
this one. (I was busy with my friend today and with my cousin's son's
birthday party.)Oh and regarding stories happening “tomorrow” and
such for email people your stories can arrive a day late as I've
found out from family because it has to go through the system. Now,
onto the flash fiction!
Mr.
Woodron's Skydiving Trip
“Mr. Woodron,
are you ready to jump?” My instructor asked. He went to check my
parachute.
“Yes.” I
replied. I jumped before he had a chance to check my parachute. This
was my first time and I decided only time and I wasn't thinking
straight. I never really thought straight throughout my entire life.
I did the whole
life-flashing-before-your-eyes thing. I grew up in a bad
neighborhood. I suppose it was by social chance that I didn't wind up
with bad kids. No, it wasn't chance. It was because I was alone. All
when I was growing up I sat in corner. At least I was the smart kid a
little. Enough to get A's. But never the straight 100%s. Just the 90s
or the 91s and I was always lonely. That hurt more than the grades.
Girlfriend? Hah. Not when you can't even get a friend.
Managed to good
enough on the standardized tests to get a scholarship but not enough
to get a wonderful one so I had to work during college. Couldn't do
the people part of the job so I worked the storeroom or the
books(even though I wasn't actually supposed to, a counter employee
shouldn't be doing the company books should they?) But when the boss
found out I could do it better than the accountant I did it. I didn't
know anyone to speak with so the books and the storeroom were my only
friends. As for family? There was my now senile grandmother who
raised me.
And then I got
a business degree. Lived a fairly basic life until this moment. Also
just because I wasn't thinking straight doesn't mean I didn't make a
conscious choice. I chose to jump early so my instructor couldn't
check my parachute. I chose to rig my parachute to fail. And now I
chose to head straight to the ground so my instructor couldn't catch
up to me and try to save me after he jumped. I really do wish I could
have pulled a trigger so I wouldn't have traumatize this poor
instructor but I tried and couldn't. The only suicide note I left was
on the instructor's desk that he would find after the incident so he
would know I did it on purpose. Didn't need to leave a motive though.
Who would need to know?
Author
Comment: Well that was sadder than either of my other real world
stories or many of my stories in general. But I feel when I come up
with an idea that I think could make a good story I gotta write it.
I liked the story. A good portrayal of a sad and lonely existence. Makes me wish he could have found a supportive girlfriend along the way to help him unfold his potentials and grow out of his shell. And a suicide by sky diving would have been a good choice rather than killing himself by less surer means that could have left him paralysed for life.
ReplyDeletelol, Your story got me thinking about it as if the character and the story were real. That, imo, is the mark of a good story.
Thank you so much for your comment. Saying that my story got you thinking about it as if my character were real is a wonderful compliment. Thanks for reading!
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