I'm dead. It wasn't part of the plan, but I'm really dead. The plan involved Scotch tape, 10-gauge wire, and a grey kitten. It ended me, though. And I guess that means the plan didn't work. Because me being dead wasn't part of the plan.
I'm dead and it's no one's fault but my own. The bridge was a last minute addition to the plan. So was the kite. It was one of those kites from the drugstore--cheap plastic, make in China or Poland or somewhere. There were thin wooden dowels. Not quite strong enough.
I'm dead and I think the tightrope walk didn't help. And neither did the Siberian husky who was off-leash. The city has leash laws for a reason. The husky was going for the kitten. At least I think so.
I'm dead and it might have had something to do with the raw salmon. That was an impulse, the salmon. I don't even remember what it was supposed to be for, but it must have smelled good.
I'm dead and it just goes to show how many things, many random things, can come together to create something beautiful. Or something dangerous. You never know.
I didn't. And now I'm dead.
I love the resigned way the narrator slides down the long slope of unravelled plans. You can see how they always SOUNDED like good ideas in the moment :D
Nice story. I love the way we are given the component elements but are left to put the fatal incident together ourselves. A very clever bit of writing.
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I'm dead. Really dead. Not in the "there'll be a twist at the end and I'll be saved" kind of way. Just dead.