The worms pushed underneath bare feet, looking for purchase into a world they had never seen. Much like this little one that would be pulled through with a skip of a rock, and a view of mortality.
Sherri glanced at the bumper sticker and had to laugh. Yes, a giant meteor might be better in this current political climate. It would definitely be better than the two bozos that had been chosen from them… Sherri contemplated a giant rock hitting the earth as she stood outside of the school that had been assigned to her to cast her vote.
The machines do their thing and I mine. As best I can. They beep and I wheeze with old lungs not ready to peter out. Sunlight comes through the only window as I lay still, watching it change the tone of colors onto the generic wallpaper that threatens a headache when gazed upon. I lay here and think. Guess that is all you can do at the end of your life. People leave and leave you to your thoughts. As the song goes… Regrets, I got a few. The biggest is one I have had to live with for sixty years.
It felt like a no-brainer. I would write a story about where I grew up. A creepy little town in Southern Nevada, Boulder City. It will be easy! I'll write about the creepy little hotel in the center of town., and the weird front desk clerk that worked there for years. I'll write about, how when I was a kid I'd see tourists come in with cars loaded down with luggage, and how the people in the cars looked just as tired as the cars they drove. It will be a cinch. I would put it up for Pre-Order on Amazon!