Broken Windows, Broken Me
My head is numb but it is swelling at the same time. I feel like it is open and at the same time it's contracted. With a little more effort than usual, I tried to sit up straight. It was hard, as hard as the floor I was sitting on. I looked around and there are lots of glass fragments lying around.
I was about to hold my head when I realized that I didn't know where I was. I stood up and looked around. The place seemed like a decent apartment. But there was something off with it. I was inside the bedroom and it was clean aside from the shattered glasses on the floor.
I look around and there weren't many things inside it. It was just clean. Too clean. Come to think of it, I didn't see any photograph lying around. Nothing on the wall and on the counters of the cabinets.
There was just nothing else. I walked out of the room and the same thing can be observed from the kitchen and dining area. It looked like a functional unit, and it looked like at least one person was staying there. But it looked too impersonal.
I walked around the unit and it was all like that im every corner of every room.
There was an elevator right outside and I used it. I just pressed the G button and waited for the elevator to open again. I was walking real slow and I still felt dizzy.
Ah. Yes. Coffee. That may help. I reached the ground floor of the building and I wandered into the streets. Wait. Where was the coffee shop again, was it left, or was it right? Why can't I remember it? Ah damn it. I took the right turn. Who knows right? Maybe choosing right is the right thing to do.
I kept my head down but there's something weird going on today. People on the street seemed to look at me with obvious curiosity on their faces. What was it? Do you have something on my face?
Alas. A coffee shop. I walked right in and walkes straight to the counter. The barista also looked at me with questioning eyes. I was really irritated so I asked him finally, "what are you looking at?"
"Uhm... are you okay?"
"What are you saying? Of course I'm okay."
"Are you sure? Would you like me to call for help?"
"Why? Don't you know who I am? I am...I..." wait a minute. Why can't I remember my name. What's going on? Who am I?
"I'm calling the police. And an ambulance. Stay right there."
"What? Police? Ambulance?"
What was this guy saying? He wasn't making any sense. I moved closer to a coffee pot which was on the counter I looked at my reflection on it. I was shocked and I was ready to pass out when I saw myself with a bloody head and there seemed to be a bullet lodged right on the side of my forehead.
Aaaahh... so that explains the shattered glass and the hole in the window. That's my realisation before I finally fell down and lost my consciousness again.
And scene.
That's a story I made from a prompt. The prompt was just a picture of a glass with a hole in the middle, sort of like this one:
**image from cornwallglass.ca
Hi!!
I got home pretty tired from the commute and all the work that I did. Not because there's too much, but I was just so lazy.
Anyway, I got home and collapsed into bed and what do you know, boss is calling with another task again. Just wow. I'm at home already. But then of course, still went ahead and done it. That's just how we work. We do it as long as we can.
I was just amazed of how the timing was so perfect. How did he know that I was home already? I could've taken some detours and went out for a bit, but he knew that I was home. Time to format my phones again. Lol.
Anyhow I hope that you like what I have written impromptu for this evening. And of course, if you would like to try your writing skills here. You may do so.
Just use the image above as the centerpiece of your article. Submit it to the Prompt Factory, and enjoy!
Sweet dreams!
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Series : Prompt Factory
Title : Broken Windows, Broken Me
Published : 18-Apr-2022
Author : © RB
Woahh maybe she react that way because it happen quickly