Exceptional A Conversation with Myself The Nights My Lights Went Out by Tom Horonzy What Would You Say If Dead writing prompt entry

Warning: The author has noted that this contains the highest level of sexual content. What in the world's come over me? "A yard of dirt six-foot deep." Why am I wearing a death mask? "You ran face-on into a tree." And? "It's now a mug no one should see." Why did I do that? I'm seventy-three. "You were... before overdosing on speed." What'd I do that for? "You got confused. The pill was blue." Was there a woman? "Yes. She was on the run." From? "You. Who was 6' 6" and big as a log. That's why she hid behind the tree?" I'm confused. Was she afraid? "Maybe. She was only four-foot-three. And she had taken ecstasy." I see. Had she a name? "Of course. Irene. The party was over. She turned off the lights after the fat lady sang. Causing you to ram that tree." How did the tree make out? "Better than you; save for the knothole." Knothole? "Think about it. Blue pill. Full speed ahead. Unclad. Wearing a smile. Girding a guided missile." What of the missile? "Missing in action. Likely, stuck in the tree. Probably, for it seems to be no longer a part of me. And what of Irene? "She was last seen leaving, with an "attending" physician." This is one hell of a development to be left remembering, isn't it? Writing Prompt I wrote this piece and couldn't find a home so; I created my own. Join me. Recognized Author Notes Your entry can be written in a number of ways. I chose to write a fractured fairy tale about a night where I died, leaving me with unanswered questions. A two-way conversation with myself. The sexual warning is a courtesy but not so blatant as to be crude, I think. Picture taken by me: Seemed appropriate for the theme.

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