Today’s the day, he thought to himself while he stared up at the stars in the sky.
The last day of the year was also the last day of Percy Pullon’s life, the doctors gave him another week and the past six days felt like walking up a mountain.
Each day even the simplest of things kept becoming harder to do.
It took him all day to prepare the last thing he wanted to do before he died.
He light a cigarette even though he never smoked a single one in his life.
But at least the coughing made him sound sick for once, nobody believed he was because only the inside of his chest looked sick.
He knew his heart was suddenly going to stop in the next couple of minutes, but if his heart doesn’t stop, he would still be okay with the decision he made, he has been sick for a while now and things looked gloomy.
The countdown to the new year finally began, all across the world people are counting down to the new year.
Ten..
He sits down in a plastic lawn chair and strapped himself in with ropes and belts.
Nine..
Using the cigarette he light the short fuse leading to the rocket he had strapped himself on to.
Eight..
Flames burst out of the rocket and fill the street in thick smoke.
Seven..
Percy is pushed back into the plastic chair, he is hoping it will hold long enough.
Six..
Gravity tries to push his big smile down into a frown but he fights back and keeps on smiling while the rocket makes it’s way up into the sky.
Five..
Groups of friends and family had gathered on rooftops across town, ready top pop open some champagne and welcome in the new year.
Four..
He is high enough to look down on the city he had lived in for all his life.
The people on the rooftops look up at the night sky, ready to watch the fireworks show.
Three..
They wave wave at him.
Two..
With a smile on his face he waves back at them.
One..
And at the exact height Percy had calculated the rocket goes off.
Happy New Year!
Percy’s body is immediately incinerated by the flames created by the explosion that for a brief moment coated the sky with the most beautiful colors and patterns mankind had ever seen (this year).
The loud bang is followed by a sea of ‘Oooh’s and ‘Aaah’s.
Percy did leave a bad taste in the mouths of the hip people drinking champagne on the rooftops across town.
The last day of the year was also the last day of Percy Pullon’s life, the doctors gave him another week and the past six days felt like walking up a mountain.
Each day even the simplest of things kept becoming harder to do.
It took him all day to prepare the last thing he wanted to do before he died.
He light a cigarette even though he never smoked a single one in his life.
But at least the coughing made him sound sick for once, nobody believed he was because only the inside of his chest looked sick.
He knew his heart was suddenly going to stop in the next couple of minutes, but if his heart doesn’t stop, he would still be okay with the decision he made, he has been sick for a while now and things looked gloomy.
The countdown to the new year finally began, all across the world people are counting down to the new year.
Ten..
He sits down in a plastic lawn chair and strapped himself in with ropes and belts.
Nine..
Using the cigarette he light the short fuse leading to the rocket he had strapped himself on to.
Eight..
Flames burst out of the rocket and fill the street in thick smoke.
Seven..
Percy is pushed back into the plastic chair, he is hoping it will hold long enough.
Six..
Gravity tries to push his big smile down into a frown but he fights back and keeps on smiling while the rocket makes it’s way up into the sky.
Five..
Groups of friends and family had gathered on rooftops across town, ready top pop open some champagne and welcome in the new year.
Four..
He is high enough to look down on the city he had lived in for all his life.
The people on the rooftops look up at the night sky, ready to watch the fireworks show.
Three..
They wave wave at him.
Two..
With a smile on his face he waves back at them.
One..
And at the exact height Percy had calculated the rocket goes off.
Happy New Year!
Percy’s body is immediately incinerated by the flames created by the explosion that for a brief moment coated the sky with the most beautiful colors and patterns mankind had ever seen (this year).
The loud bang is followed by a sea of ‘Oooh’s and ‘Aaah’s.
Percy did leave a bad taste in the mouths of the hip people drinking champagne on the rooftops across town.
*The writer had the intention to make this story exactly 2010 words long, but failed due to suffering from delirium.
