It's A Beautiful Day

It was around 4:30 when they left, and they were once again on the path. They enjoyed the fresh ocean air until suddenly a horrific loud buzzing came behind them. Casey looked at Anna, Nick, and Virginia. They didn’t seem to notice it. He looked behind him and gave a silent scream of horror.

Anna probably sensed it and did not get to look behind her until she was violently knocked down to the ground by a golf cart. There was a fantastic crunch sound, and then blood splattered the perfectly trimmed grass on either side of the pristine pathway. One could no longer recognize her face.

"No!" screamed Casey, and he saw the driver of the golf court was the begging man. "Fuck!" he cried, leaning over Anna’s mangled body, not bringing himself to touch it. He gave silent pleading looks to Virginia and Nick, who were leaning over him with confused looks in their eyes while still sipping soda from straws.

"The begging man, he killed her!" he screamed violently, spit flying from his lips. Casey watched in frozen fascination as the golf cart did a neat turnaround on the narrow path. He scrambled to his feet, shouting "Look, he’s turning around, move!"

He watched in horror and slow motion as the wild golf cart cut down Nick and Virginia before him in a splatter of gore. There was a dripping dark red before the front of the cart, and Casey fought back an urge to vomit.

"Shit!" he cried, and ran back himself to the dorms, the cart steadily gaining on him. A torrent of fabulous emotions were running through him when he crashed into the dorm room - his smelly room mate was watching a porn flick at his computer monitor.

As he ran to his own desk and computer, Casey was wildly muttering like a prayer, "Holy shit, holy shit, oh my god oh my god." He bashed at the screen with shaking fists as he wildly cried.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" asked his roommate stupidly, his head still fuddled with images of writhing body parts.

Casey finally called up the word processor program and began to type wildly. He had just enough time to say:

"It was a beautiful day."

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Epilogue

Anna said, "Casey, you OK? You look stoned."

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

"Oh, yeah."

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Copyright 2001

*Don’t be offended by this short piece. I didn’t write it to offend. If you are offended, or just very confused, just hand this to the next dear reader.