(The opening sentence for this story was suggested by Yvonne of Hello World. If you want to join in the fun of suggesting a future opening sentence for these stories, click here for a peek as to what’s what.)
Monica didn’t know that her clock was ten minutes slow. It meant that she left home for work ten minutes late. It didn’t greatly matter because her boss at work was flexible.
What Monica didn’t know was what would have happened if she had left on time. If she had left on time, while driving down Park Avenue she would get caught in the middle of a high speed chase. The police car would ram into her car on the passenger side. Monica would suffer minor injuries. She would be patched up in hospital and released. The car however would be a write-off. Luckily it was insured.
So what a fortunate escape! By NOT leaving on time, we the writer with a God’s-eye view know what a tragedy it could have been. The main thing, of course, is the shock. There were a few minor scratches but the whole experience of an accident can become surreal. Thankfully Monica, by leaving home ten minutes late, was spared. Praise the Lord!
But Monica never left home at the right time, so none of this happened. Instead Monica left her home ten minutes late, oblivious to the sequence of events Providence had spared her from. Driving out of her gate Monica was hit by a stray bullet from a gun that accidentally went off in the neighbourhood. The funeral’s on Friday.
I have mixed feelings about Monica’s fate. Mind you, she went quickly, spared any PTSD. Praise the Lord.
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I never said that Monica didn’t pass away relatively slowly!
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You black humour has surpassed the boundaries of both art and science. The entire story unreels in slow motion the possibility of Monica leaving on time and going through the scenes as if in a cinema. Then the end comes suddenly, crisp and curt , like an escaped bullet from the neighborhood.
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Thank you, Uma. I shall reload my gun!
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Run, rabbit, run!
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I wasn’t thinking of shooting rabbits!
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Koua Kouakouin Kouinkouin Koua Kouin Koua!!!
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Purple profiteering jellyfish!
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Brilliant, your honour.
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Now I haven’t read Tintin since about 1960 so I’m a bit shaky.
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I occasionally fallback on my collection of Tinin and Asterix when the world gets too much.
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I had the opportunity to purchase a Tintin book a week when I was in Quebec – but they were in French – which was a fat lot of use to me.
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As the Thom(p)sons would say, Motus et bouche cousue, Botus et mouche cousue.
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When your time is up your time is up.
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Time being up seems to be the case!
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I guess her time was up – but I appreciate your reminding us of this! 🙂
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Oh dear – I didn’t expect you to take it too personally!!!!! We haven’t heard a beep for ages about Garfield – is he ok?
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Yes, he’s his usual orange flash self. Makes us laugh every day but I still haven’t been able to corral him into a cat carrier to go to the vet. He is definitely my cat – follows me everywhere and sleeps beside me at night when he isn’t playing. I find his toys in interesting places in the morning.
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Ah, good ole Bruce.
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I’m getting tempted to kill your character, who appears later in the week, off!
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