Orangemanmike's Stories2008-06-05T01:36:09Zhttp://ficlets.com/feeds/author/user_9080The Accident<p>1981. I was 9 years old when it happened. I was over at Jesse’s house after school like I was every Thursday when my mom took my sister to ballet class.The doorbell rang at 4:30. Weird, I thought. That’s earlier than usual.</p>
<p>I ran to the door and opened it. “Moooommmm…why’d you have to come so early?”</p>
<p>Only it wasn’t my mother. It was Mrs. Briggs who lived across the street.</p>
<p>“Where’s my mom?”</p>
<p>“She, uh, she couldn’t make it. She asked me to come get you.”</p>
<p>“Why,” I asked. “What’s going on?”</p>
<p>“Well, she, um…There’s been an accident.”</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/297532008-05-08T01:58:01Z2008-06-05T01:36:09ZOrangemanmikehttp://ficlets.com/authors/user_9080The End<p>Paul stared out the window of his 27th floor office. <em>What a fucking mess</em>, he thought. He wasn’t sure how it came to this, but he knew that he was in deep. Too deep.</p>
<p>He stepped up on the A/C register and stared down at Lexington Avenue.</p>
<p><em>Fuck. How do I explain this to Carol?</em></p>
<p>He thought back to his kids and the time they were on the boat fishing and he fell in the water as he tried to gaff the Tuna on board. Nothing hurt but his pride and they all had a good laugh. No one’s laughing now.</p>
<p>He reached out to the handle that opened the window, turned it and pushed it opened. The sounds of the city below hit him like a jackhammer. <em>Thank God for older buildings.</em> He looked down at the street once more and got ready.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/296342008-05-07T16:47:46Z2008-06-05T01:31:02ZOrangemanmikehttp://ficlets.com/authors/user_9080