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Short Stories
- One Hour

One Hour (3 ratings)
         by Indian
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He could see a .38’’ Semi automatic hand pistol in front of him, he knew the damage it could cause if fired. He was looking down the wrong end of the barrel and heard himself say "Calm down, Calm down", he had no idea if he said the words out loud or just to himself but the deafening sound of the gun was all he was sure he heard …

He looked at his watch 8:00 it read in his new analog watch, he had exactly 15 min to get ready and leave. He looked at the city vast and already busy, everyone in a hurry to get to work some already working. He knew he had time just for a quick shower. He stepped into the shower felt something moist below his leg and slipped. There was a sudden pain in his head he felt like he had cracked his skull.

Its Narcolepsy for sure the doc told him you will be going through spells of sudden sleep and unpleasant dreams, just try to ignore it. Ignore it he could not sleep in the night for weeks and was caught napping at his desk more often than he could remember.

He was still looking at the window at the city it was a bad dream, he decided to skip the shower and thought of picking breakfast on the way.

He was still drowsy and changed the gear from neutral to 1st and felt his leg pressing the accelerator. He was heading to work where he was threatened every day that he would be fired. He stepped out of the car in front of the hotel to pick up his lunch and heard a screeching noise behind him. He turned to face a gigantic bus and his head banged the steering of the car ….

He opened his eyes and heard some one say "Move it jack ass, you don’t own the road". The light was green his car was not in front of the hotel yet. He made sure the bus went through and got out of the car. The sign in front of the hotel read

"NO SERVICE TODAY". There was hotel down the road and it was where his breakfast was being cooked. He walked down the lane every one was busy but he still did hear a few hellos. He bumped into the lady upstairs, "oh! No" he thought "this woman has always something to say". Last week it was "To make your dreams come true. Wake up". She said "Not everyone gets a second chance". "No hello, Weird" he thought. He could see the hotel and could read the specials, "Excuse me, can you please help me" a sweet voice requested from behind. "So close yet so far" he thought. His frown turned to a smile as he turned and said to the beautiful girl "How can I help you?" "My keys are not working and I need to get file from inside and a locksmith will be too late, so if you can break my lock…. You can check with the neighbors I do live here." "Alright". The door was thick but all it took was 3 painful blows of his shoulder. The third one was the fatal one breaking open the door and the momentum pushed him inside, there was an explosion, the open door had let in fresh oxygen that intensified the fire caused by a cigarette. He felt burned all over…

"Excuse me, can you please help me" a sweet voice requested from behind.

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