Disjointed thoughts of a lonely man.

I lie on the floor watching the ceiling fan spin. The room is empty. Sweat drips from my skin. The carpet is stained. Edward sits in the corner. He has a gun. He always has a gun. Desert Eagle fifty caliber. Edward has an affinity for fire arms. The fan spins and I can hear the dry fire action of Edwards gun. It’s probably pointed at my head.

Edward doesn’t like people. He spent some time in the army. Ever since he hasn’t been quit right. No one comes back from the Army right. They make you a weapon. Once you’re a weapon you remain a weapon. Edward’s Desert Eagle is merely an extention of his arm. His arm is an extention of his mind. His mind is the weapon. His mind is where people die daily. Stupid people, he says, don’t deserve to live and breed. Edward is a little deranged.

The ceiling fan spins and I continue watching. Edward is talking but I’m not listening. No, Edward is ranting. It’s all in the tone. Shades of angry. Edward needs a hug.

Tom is leaning against the wall. He doesn’t listen to Edward either. Tom likes people, women especially. He wants to go out and pick up women. He won’t be happy till we’re out strolling the mall, or a park, or somewhere else where he can chase tail. The bar’s aren’t even open yet. If I listened to Tom I’d never be in a stable relationship. I don’t think he know’s what a meaningful relationship is. I’ve tried to convey it, but he doesn’t listen.

I focus once more on the fan. It spins because I will it. It helps me focus. Helps drown the others out when I’m not in the mood to listen to them. When I want to be alone. When they are fighting. When they scream. I hear the door open and close again. It’s behind me. I don’t feel like tilting my head back to look. I’m tired. My eye’s close.

She’s standing over me. I smell her sweetness on the air. My eye’s are bleary. She appears angelic. I blink and reality sets over her. She is smiling. Her hand stretches out toward me. I grab it and she helps me to my feet. Cheerfully she pulls me towards the door. The room is empty. The fan continues to spin.

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  • Christian M Archer on Mar 17, 2009

    Good to see you back and posting! Great writing as usual. I posted a brand new writing article (finally!), hope you’ll enjoy it :)

  • jdesormes on Apr 3, 2009

    this is captivating.

  • S A JOHNSON on Apr 9, 2009

    Such an excellent piece, very hypnotizing.

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