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It was Kevin's birthday.
Twisting in his bed, he leant over to stare into the eyes of his alarm clock. It was 8:32AM. He had to be in work at nine. And the drive was twenty minutes.
But it was his birthday. He wanted to lie half asleep. Please. Just today.
Arriving at work, he was called to his bosses office.
"But Mr Jones. Please. It's my birthday. I just wanted a lie in."
Accepting to work late today instead of being sacked, Kevin walked to his desk.
Chatting was as normal as every day.
Yeah, I've seen it.
No, was it good?
Yeah, shame.
Heh, alright.
Have a nice night.
No.
Yeah.
Maybe.
Kevin drove to the bridge in the port. The beautiful wooden one he'd spent many days as a kid sitting on the side of, throwing stones into the water.
And there was no simplicity to describe anything. Trying to think was like typing with cold hands at a keyboard. Trying to drink ice.
What had he done?
Thirty years alone. Being the nice guy.
Thirty years of helping. Always being there. Making you smile when you're down.
Thirty years of no cards. Thirty years of, please. Just this once.
Thirty years of desperately waiting for someone he can cry on.
Thirty years of lost hope.
And while all his friends were celebrating in Kevin's home, waiting for him to return so they could all hide behind his furniture, leap out, and shout "surprise!", Kevin took rope from the back of his car, tied it to a piece of the bridge, and hung himself.
And Kevin's friends wondered why he was taking so long.
Twisting in his bed, he leant over to stare into the eyes of his alarm clock. It was 8:32AM. He had to be in work at nine. And the drive was twenty minutes.
But it was his birthday. He wanted to lie half asleep. Please. Just today.
Arriving at work, he was called to his bosses office.
"But Mr Jones. Please. It's my birthday. I just wanted a lie in."
Accepting to work late today instead of being sacked, Kevin walked to his desk.
Chatting was as normal as every day.
Yeah, I've seen it.
No, was it good?
Yeah, shame.
Heh, alright.
Have a nice night.
No.
Yeah.
Maybe.
Kevin drove to the bridge in the port. The beautiful wooden one he'd spent many days as a kid sitting on the side of, throwing stones into the water.
And there was no simplicity to describe anything. Trying to think was like typing with cold hands at a keyboard. Trying to drink ice.
What had he done?
Thirty years alone. Being the nice guy.
Thirty years of helping. Always being there. Making you smile when you're down.
Thirty years of no cards. Thirty years of, please. Just this once.
Thirty years of desperately waiting for someone he can cry on.
Thirty years of lost hope.
And while all his friends were celebrating in Kevin's home, waiting for him to return so they could all hide behind his furniture, leap out, and shout "surprise!", Kevin took rope from the back of his car, tied it to a piece of the bridge, and hung himself.
And Kevin's friends wondered why he was taking so long.
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It was Kevin's birthday.
Twisting in his bed, he leant over to stare into the eyes of his alarm clock. It was 8:32AM. He had to be in work at nine. And the drive was twenty minutes.
But it was his birthday. He wanted to lie half asleep. Please. Just today.
Arriving at work, he was called to his bosses office.
"But Mr Jones. Please. It's my birthday. I just wanted a lie in."
Accepting to work late today instead of being sacked, Kevin walked to his desk.
Chatting was as normal as every day.
Yeah, I've seen it.
No, was it good?
Yeah, shame.
Heh, alright.
Have a nice night.
No.
Yeah.
Maybe.
Kevin drove to the bridge in the port. The beautiful wooden one he'd spent many days as a kid sitting on the side of, throwing stones into the water.
And there was no simplicity to describe anything. Trying to think was like typing with cold hands at a keyboard. Trying to drink ice.
What had he done?
Thirty years alone. Being the nice guy.
Thirty years of helping. Always being there. Making you smile when you're down.
Thirty years of no cards. Thirty years of, please. Just this once.
Thirty years of desperately waiting for someone he can cry on.
Thirty years of lost hope.
And while all his friends were celebrating in Kevin's home, waiting for him to return so they could all hide behind his furniture, leap out, and shout "surprise!", Kevin took rope from the back of his car, tied it to a piece of the bridge, and hung himself.
And Kevin's friends wondered why he was taking so long.
Twisting in his bed, he leant over to stare into the eyes of his alarm clock. It was 8:32AM. He had to be in work at nine. And the drive was twenty minutes.
But it was his birthday. He wanted to lie half asleep. Please. Just today.
Arriving at work, he was called to his bosses office.
"But Mr Jones. Please. It's my birthday. I just wanted a lie in."
Accepting to work late today instead of being sacked, Kevin walked to his desk.
Chatting was as normal as every day.
Yeah, I've seen it.
No, was it good?
Yeah, shame.
Heh, alright.
Have a nice night.
No.
Yeah.
Maybe.
Kevin drove to the bridge in the port. The beautiful wooden one he'd spent many days as a kid sitting on the side of, throwing stones into the water.
And there was no simplicity to describe anything. Trying to think was like typing with cold hands at a keyboard. Trying to drink ice.
What had he done?
Thirty years alone. Being the nice guy.
Thirty years of helping. Always being there. Making you smile when you're down.
Thirty years of no cards. Thirty years of, please. Just this once.
Thirty years of desperately waiting for someone he can cry on.
Thirty years of lost hope.
And while all his friends were celebrating in Kevin's home, waiting for him to return so they could all hide behind his furniture, leap out, and shout "surprise!", Kevin took rope from the back of his car, tied it to a piece of the bridge, and hung himself.
And Kevin's friends wondered why he was taking so long.
Oh My God, that is sad!!!
Just once he wanted what he said and never got it, so he hung himself?
Damn, his friends must have been...
Just once he wanted what he said and never got it, so he hung himself?
Damn, his friends must have been...
Excellent.
Great last line.
Great last line.
Poor Kevin :(
It reminds me of a story I heard once of some teenager killing himself
No signs of depression etc
Normal day... he phonned his mum to ask if she could get him hair gel... she came home and he had killed himself.
Reminds me of the spur of the moment thing
Still think whoever it was a bit of a selfish, inconsiderate git though.
No signs of depression etc
Normal day... he phonned his mum to ask if she could get him hair gel... she came home and he had killed himself.
Reminds me of the spur of the moment thing
Still think whoever it was a bit of a selfish, inconsiderate git though.
Do you ever do happy stories?
Or is your soul too tortured?
Or is your soul too tortured?
my that was... depressing
He does happy stories.. sometimes.
Nobody reads my happy stories, so I get depressed and write unhappy stories, which people read, which make me happy, so I write happy stories, but then, not many people seem to read those.
:)
It was just an idea I had talking to Iguana last night, so thought I'd write about it.
:)
It was just an idea I had talking to Iguana last night, so thought I'd write about it.
Heh, nice...in a depressing kinda way. {:)
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