I woke up this morning to the familiar sound of silence. I've eaten breakfast and headed out to find todays dinner. The golf course's grass is a bit messy now, that no one is working on it, yet it still has that serene feel to it. As I'm walking down the sidewalk I look around for another person. They used to be everywhere. With their short shorts, undershirts, running shoes, socks going up half way to their knees, and unfailingly, a smile on their face. They always seemed so happy to see you. Waving as you drive by. Those were the times. I kept going. I've left my neighborhood and reached the main road. There used to be cars everywhere here. It was like a game of Frogger, trying to get to the other side of that road. Look at it now. As quiet as a child that has been yelled at. I kept walking. Finally I'm at Publix. This place is loaded. Food is everywhere and not a person in sight. It's mine for the taking. But sometimes, I wish I wasn't. It’s a lonely world. The frigid air doesn't make it any better. Only person I have now is my buddy Seth. He usually is just around. It’s odd. He only shows himself whenever I want him to. He’s a good listener. He’s a better talker. He really knows exactly what to do at all times. In some ways he really reminds me of what I would want to be if I were someone else. He is the perfect friend. I don’t really know why he doesn’t live with me. I mean, we’re the only people left on this God-forsaken wasteland, why not be with someone. It’s his decision, I guess. It’s a new day and Seth decided to spend it with me. He’s being really odd. He was in my gun closet this morning and wouldn’t tell me why. I really want some fresh meat and he won’t tell me where I can find it. It’s 3:49 and Seth isn’t himself. He was walking around the kitchen talking to himself this morning. I should have seen this coming. Now here I am, cornered. Gun to my head. I can feel the cold barrel’s frozen breath kissing my forehead . It’s calling. The sad part is that Seth couldn’t finish the job. I did it for him. I am Seth.
Meet Seth
I woke up this morning to the familiar sound of silence. I've eaten breakfast and headed out to find todays dinner. The golf course's grass is a bit messy now, that no one is working on it, yet it still has that serene feel to it. As I'm walking down the sidewalk I look around for another person. They used to be everywhere. With their short shorts, undershirts, running shoes, socks going up half way to their knees, and unfailingly, a smile on their face. They always seemed so happy to see you. Waving as you drive by. Those were the times. I kept going. I've left my neighborhood and reached the main road. There used to be cars everywhere here. It was like a game of Frogger, trying to get to the other side of that road. Look at it now. As quiet as a child that has been yelled at. I kept walking. Finally I'm at Publix. This place is loaded. Food is everywhere and not a person in sight. It's mine for the taking. But sometimes, I wish I wasn't.It’s a lonely world. The frigid air doesn't make it any better. Only person I have now is my buddy Seth. He usually is just around. It’s odd. He only shows himself whenever I want him to. He’s a good listener. He’s a better talker. He really knows exactly what to do at all times. In some ways he really reminds me of what I would want to be if I were someone else. He is the perfect friend. I don’t really know why he doesn’t live with me. I mean, we’re the only people left on this God-forsaken wasteland, why not be with someone. It’s his decision, I guess.
It’s a new day and Seth decided to spend it with me. He’s being really odd. He was in my gun closet this morning and wouldn’t tell me why. I really want some fresh meat and he won’t tell me where I can find it.
It’s 3:49 and Seth isn’t himself. He was walking around the kitchen talking to himself this morning. I should have seen this coming. Now here I am, cornered. Gun to my head. I can feel the cold barrel’s frozen breath kissing my forehead . It’s calling. The sad part is that Seth couldn’t finish the job. I did it for him. I am Seth.