The Horrible Thing That Slipped Through My Window One Night
Think! he heard his mind's voice scream. It's now or never, so fucking think!
Tom thought.
He could now remember a scene that had taken place more than two years ago, but less than three. His mother was calling up to him, (as she had earlier today) while he played a computer game (as he had earlier today).
"Tom!" she had said. "Are you done using that old hockey stick?"
He thought he had responded with a loud "Yes!"; he knew he must have said something in the affirmative, because she had called back, saying
"Alright, then I'm going to leave it -" where? He thought it had to be on the tables, because that was what it felt like she had said, only he already rummaged through them both and had proved it wasn't there. So where?
"Alright, then I'm going to leave it -"
"Thump!" getting closer.
"I'm going to leave it -"
"Thump!" right above him.
"I'm going to leave it under - "
Suddenly Tom understood everything, and he had a minuscule moment of wonder at his own blatant stupidity, as he dove to the musty cement floor, striking the funnybone in each elbow. Dark pain reared up into the core of his arms, but he barely noticed; it was under the tables of junk - not on them, but under them. How could he have been such an idiot?
"Thump!"
Tom thought.
He could now remember a scene that had taken place more than two years ago, but less than three. His mother was calling up to him, (as she had earlier today) while he played a computer game (as he had earlier today).
"Tom!" she had said. "Are you done using that old hockey stick?"
He thought he had responded with a loud "Yes!"; he knew he must have said something in the affirmative, because she had called back, saying
"Alright, then I'm going to leave it -" where? He thought it had to be on the tables, because that was what it felt like she had said, only he already rummaged through them both and had proved it wasn't there. So where?
"Alright, then I'm going to leave it -"
"Thump!" getting closer.
"I'm going to leave it -"
"Thump!" right above him.
"I'm going to leave it under - "
Suddenly Tom understood everything, and he had a minuscule moment of wonder at his own blatant stupidity, as he dove to the musty cement floor, striking the funnybone in each elbow. Dark pain reared up into the core of his arms, but he barely noticed; it was under the tables of junk - not on them, but under them. How could he have been such an idiot?
"Thump!"