He shut the blinds, drenched the towel and tightly wrapped it around his neck.
He brandished the rusty butter knife and licked its end. It shone a muted red from the zero watt bulb overhead. He took a deep breath and smiled into the mirror.
Reopening the stab wound took him to his preferred dimension.
Consequences (August 10)
Every dawn, he takes a shower and prays to the deity near the kitchen’s switchboard.
He then visits the local shrine and appeases his gods for long hours. As a pre-pubescent teenager, he had sworn lifelong commitment to his religion.
The concrete block that killed him was accidentally dropped by an atheist 8 floors away.
Escape (August 13)
Two floors down, he felt free. Three later, freedom gave way to panic. He was immediately filled with regret and began yelling into the thick air. Five floors later, he tried to find balance amidst terror, the air now deafening.
As he safely bounced into the thermocol heap, courtesy a passing truck, he breathed again.
Love it all! Especially the first and the last one. Ditto 'Lost' in the last post.
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