“It has a nutty flavor.”
Sigmund Freud* #quote
Going to my Pokemon card game thing tomorrow. Though one involves
gambling and the other doesn't, and they both have completely
different rules, Poker and Pokemon are both card games and start
start with Poke. But yet you never poke anyone in either game. Weird.
Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Man And His Maze
I think I'm the most unique person out there, besides my name John
Smith. I'm unique because I don't exist in time like any of you other
people. I can move between different parts of my life. Right now I'm
at my seventh birthday party. How I could like such a noisy occasion
is beyond me. Maybe I should go to my twenty-fifth. I act much more
reserved then.
But I don't remember where it is in my own time-maze. That's what I
call it. I have to move around from time to time. Each point of my
life jumping to another one sometimes years in the future or days or
weeks. Or I can take turns by imagining I'm moving my body without
moving it. Like jumping off a train. It's so interesting to be a time
traverler of your own life. I'm so very unique no?
Take a few turns around the maze. I think I noticed a new path
around my bachelor party. That's odd. Such a strange path. I'm in an
emergency room. My body's beat up pretty bad. My wife is sobbing.
The doctor, looks at me, then her. Then says...I'm going to slip into
a coma? Huh and now I'm back to a different path in my life all the
way back to grade school. In the maze of my spreading space-time maze
I don't think I ever found a spot past that point. But coma? That
doesn't make sense. I know when I'm awake.
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