Four Hundred and Ten...

Hurry, Hurry!

Jim woke up in the morning to the monotone buzz of his alarm clock. There was a news story. Four dollars for seven hamburgers. The mail came late. The dog slowly ate his toast. The red door splintered in several places. Sex always caused problems. Seven pieces of half-eaten cheese were left on the plate.

"What are you doing today?"

While picking the apples, a large explosion knocked him to the ground. He wondered what he was doing in the basement. It was a difficult time of day. The shampoo smelled sour. Everyone spoke at the same time, a few of them even yelled. Legos covered the floor. A torch could sometimes be called a flashlight. This plan was of no help to anyone but they followed it through anyway. The knife slid out of his stomach quite easily. The party had gone well, better than expected even.

A large hill could be seen in the distance. Television programs neglected to cover the sporting event. The computer ate his home work while he slept.

"What do you think it is?" she asked.

He took a deep breath and said, "This will have to do, Boss."

After pouring the soda out, he felt better. This was justice. Yet, there was no choice really, still they made it work. Time was passing him by at an alarming rate. The computer screamed. She was conversational but he did not want to be in love. This was it. The final was on armadillos and no one was prepared.

"So, this is where you've been hiding," he laughed.

The dog was not sleeping but dead. The refrigerator hummed.

"But...here?"

A sad song played.