Sunday, September 10

FIVE

Andrew picked up the note that lay on his front porch.

good morning andrew. how are you today? i hope you're well because i feel like absolute shit. isn't that great? i reakon that's what you're thinking right now, standing on your front porch with your baggy tracksuit pants that you sleep in slipping down to reveil your boxer shorts. a puzzled look apon your face. isn't it funny? i think so. why did you kill him? he was the best friend i ever had an dyou took him away from me. why? well i guess your reasons don't matter now anyway, they wouldn't change a thing. i hate you, i guess you would have understood that by now, but i don't know if you're clever enough to not look up...

with his natural human curiousity, he looked up and saw the last thing he would ever see.
Andrew woke up blind in a world he didn't know, unsure of everything around him, scared witless.

2 Comments:

Blogger dusty said...

This makes me wonder for longer than I would if it fell into place immediately. I read them all, from 7 to 1 (coz that's how they are posted) and then wondered if I should have read them in the order that you wrote them but that dint work too good either. Then i went through them again randomly (just)... you succeeded.

This one is the most intriguing of the lot.

7:08 pm, September 23, 2006  
Blogger Frances bo bancess said...

Thanks Dusty. They're all irrelevant to each other. I guess it would have been better if i had joined them by some hidden link or something... 3, 5 and 6 all have something to do with letters/notes, but that was purely accidential.

7:52 pm, September 24, 2006  

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