Ficlets

People go insane everyday. Right? They are just walking down the street and ‘snap’ they’ve lost their marbles. I mean there has to be a first day of the rest of their disturbed lives, doesn’t there?

It’s not like I should have seen it coming? How could I from the gurney that was loading me into the ambulance. Drugged up on too much of whatever they thought would stop the convulsions. There is no way that I could have seen what was to happen next.

The man who so lovingly held my hand while they tried to figure out what was wrong with me a few hours before, morphed, clicked, snapped, into a messenger from God up above and started to wreak havoc on this sleepy little town.

Does this happen in real life? Am I supposed to believe that this is true, and not the latest episode of TV drama?

Is it possible to write a happy ending here?