The ambulance
An ambulance pulls up outside and I think, “Oh no! Who now?” I get up and peer through the window. Two of the paramedics that climb out, slinging bags of serious looking equipment over their shoulders, are women. One is quite chubby but I like women in uniform. I have to remind myself that someone is ill and that getting an erection right now is not appropriate, that one of my neighbours is ill.
I am friends with my neighbours and a sense of dread drenches me as I run through, in my mind, who it might be, what might be wrong. There are police out there too now, and I watch as they walk up my path. “Wrong house!” I shout through the window, worried now that whoever it is that needs help is not getting it. Mrs May next door, is ninety-something. We chat often and I bring her her morning paper. She reads The Mail and I joke with her about how she must be some kind of right-winger. “I like the crossword.” she tells me. We must have had that conversation 1,000 times. At least. I well up at the thought that something bad might have happened to her. The cops and medics are ringing my doorbell. “Wrong house.” I shout again, but they don’t hear me because of the thick glass we have, to shield us from the passing planes overhead as they approach Heathrow.
I go to answer the door, to explain, but it is too late, they have kicked in the front door. I turn to watch them kick my flat door in too and stare, horror struck, at my own lifeless corpse on the couch, wrists, gaping, red, open grins, a huge pool of congealing blood making sticky, ugly sounds against the feet of the paramedics as they approach my dead body.
Oh fuck! Bravo man!
12.03.15 at 20.09
x
12.03.15 at 20.15
Also… You’ve you been nominated for the inspirational blogger award! 😀 The instructions for accepting it are on my wall.
12.03.15 at 20.48
Crazy … that was a major twist. Unfortunately, I’ve had cops beat down my door for being at the wrong house. It was terrifying!
Great writing …
12.03.15 at 18.12
i bet – thank you hon – loving your latest challenge to us all
12.03.15 at 18.13
Me too 😉
12.03.15 at 18.34
OMG.
Well written, but yikes.
12.03.15 at 17.38
glad it hit you between the eyes
12.03.15 at 17.39
The gut is probably more accurate.
12.03.15 at 17.42
just glad it worked – thank you
12.03.15 at 17.43
Holy shite, I didn’t see that coming! Beautifully grim.
Damn it! I let myself get distracted again, lol… but a nice little piece of writing sir.
12.03.15 at 15.39
i was gonna write that s&m piece and then an ambulance pulled up outside and the story just hit me so i wrote it in as long as it takes to read
12.03.15 at 15.43
lol You got to love when that happens.
12.03.15 at 15.46
Instant inspiration I mean… not the possible illness or injury of your neighbours!
12.03.15 at 15.46
yeah got you x
12.03.15 at 16.46
Awesome fiction and vivid description. Are you working on a book?
12.03.15 at 15.38
its going to be called “if you leave me i will have you killed – the true confessions of an internet man-whore” or maybe “the big red book of pop up trains”, i haven’t decided yet
thank you
12.03.15 at 15.42
Love True Confessions.
Pop up trains! I could help with the artwork on that since that’s how I make my Christmas cards…I gotta believe there is some double entendre I am not getting though…
12.03.15 at 15.48