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A DROP OF WATER, A LITTLE FIRE
a short story by: jemmylou C.smith (kamusta? heee.)
I woke up dizzy and confused.
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I woke up in a white room with a bright white light and white walls. I was lying in a bed covered with white sheets.
Everything here is painfully whitey white.
At first, I thought I was dead and had gone to Heaven, but then I realized that you're not supposed to feel pain up there, so I guess I am in a hospital.
And I was right.
The pain. It was excruciating. And it was on my legs.
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The doctor would later tell me how my legs were clipped when the hood of my car folded when it came tumbling and rolling.
Clipped. Folded. Those were his words exactly.
And I was like, "Whoa."
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I tried to collate my memories. I tried to remember why and how did I got here. I stared at the ceiling, and it showed me what the hell happened.
Staring at the ceiling helps collate lost memories.
If you really try hard enough.
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I was driving my car on an empty Sunday SRP road heading to Cebu City for a funeral when a tourist bus suddenly came out of nowhere and crashes into the driver side of my vehicle. A BMW sports car that even you can't afford.
My car rolled, tumbled, rolled, tumbled again, and then stopped.
I was lucky I wore the seatbelt that day. If I did not, it would be oh so tragic.
Why? Try to imagine it, thank you.
I was dizzy and confused. There's blood coming out from a cut on my forehead. My white long-sleeve looked red soaked with blood.
I didn't know what to do, but I did what most people would do in a car accident, and that is: to get out of the fucking car.
I took off the seatbelt and crawled out from the window.
I crawled using my hands. I crawled through a carpet of broken glass.
I crawled but I couldn't feel my legs.
Where are my legs?
Well, they must've ran out of the car seconds before the collision.
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When Im far, far enough, I turned to see what's left of my car.
My BMW sports car looked a lot like a BMW sports car in a junk yard. Upside down and crushed, it was ready to be shipped and destroyed by the great Car Smasher at a junk shop somewhere on planet Wreckage.
Water came dripping out of its broken radiator, and there was fire on the engine. FYI: A leak in the gas tank and some rent wirings created a spark that mutated into a flame.
One wheel was still spinning, too.
I waited for some explosion.
An explosion would be so Happy New Year to me.
But there were none.
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I saw the tourist bus:
It was down to its six and it looked perfectly OK. No one was hurt, except for the driver. His face had suffered big cuts from tiny debris when the front mirror disintegrated during the crash. I watched him went out of the bus wiping his face with a 'good morning' towel.
The towel looked red soaked with blood.
Then the passengers- the Korean tourists- came out of the bus- as if nothing happened- and starts complaining.
Yeah. I know, I know. I couldn't understand a single word that they're blubbering, but, you see, no matter what tongue you have, complaining is still complaining to anyone who has ears, wherever or whatever you are.
I heard a distant chorus of sirens sirening. The ambulance, the fire truck, the police patrol mobile were coming.
Salvation was getting closer and closer.
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"Welcome back," a voice spoke.
I turned away from the mini-movie showing on the ceiling and saw that the voice came from a smiling bald man in a white suit.
He must be a doctor. My doctor.
"You slept for two weeks," he continued still smiling his big no-tooth-decay smile.
Wait, wait a minute! Two weeks? If the accident happened the day exactly as I remembered it then..
Let me count the days.
I used my fingers.
The doctor seems dizzy and confused watching me counting.
It was his role, ofcourse, to act like this when his patient starts acting weird.
"Why, what's wrong?" he asked, disturbed.
I did not answer him immediately.
I close my eyes.
Counting. Counting the days. Counting.
I took a deep breath, and open them again.
Mysterious dark eyes, I tell you.
"Today is my birthday," I said aloud.
My voice, it seems perfectly OK.
The doctor, my doctor, he shook his head in an i-thought-something-was-wrong-but-i-was-wrong manner.
"Happy birthday," he said.
HIS FIRST NIGHT or: your first night
HIS FIRST NIGHT or: your first night
HIS FIRST NIGHT
or: your first night
a 70-word story by someone named: jemmylou C.smith (kamusta? heee.)
Outside of the window, I see the scintillating blood-red sun slowly fades in the overshadowing twilight sky. This part of the world has turned its face away from the light to invite darkness. Sitting here in my candle-lit room inside this old and huge and empty Victorian mansion, I watch the last sunset of my life while scratching the itchy bite mark on my neck.
It fucking stings.
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