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Final 24-inspired by promt 8 LAST DAY

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She had a friend.

This was inspired by Asma Ahsan’s Prompt 8: LAST DAY, in which you had to detail how you would spend your last day if the Angel of Death gave you one day to live

Macbeth said that life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.  Well he was wrong. Life is everything and once it is gone nothing remains but bones and bitter sweet memories of those you leave behind.

I have been a bit philosophical today because after midnight I may never get another chance to philosophise again, and that thought is more daunting than any other thought I have ever had before. I can see now why a friend once told me that it is easier to visit someone in a hospice than be one of its patients. It never occurred to me that the reality of losing one’s existence could ever occasion such a willingness to keep it.

You see, Death came knocking at my door last night, dressed in long dark robes, pointing the tip of his razor sharp scythe at my heart and glaring at me with glowing red eyes and told me that he would be back for my soul at midnight tonight. He then smirked evilly and vanished in a puff of dark grey smoke, like the wicked witch from the west in the Wizard of Oz.

23 hours and 45 minutes have passed and though I have had more than sufficient time to come to grips with my fate and prepare for departure I feel anything but ready as I sit here writing this last post for ScribeSlice. Alas I shall never get to read any of the comments or know whether my post made it to the Recommended Reading list.

Having given it a lot of careful consideration I decided not to go and do all those things I had always wanted to do, like most people would probably attempt if the shoe was on the other foot. I wanted today to be a day of the things I was most comfortable with. To those I upset I am truly sorry, and those who upset me…well I you know what you can go and do! It’s just that simple.

This morning I had 4 pieces of Weetbix, banana, yoghurt and milk…that’s pasteurised milk. Sorry if this offends but I never really been into trim-milk. I also had pancakes with golden syrup and icing sugar. Then to wash it all down I drank a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice. During this feast I read through the dominion post newspaper and purposely cheated on the five minute quiz, a small test they print each morning involving 10 general knowledge questions with the answers printed upside down below them. I looked at the answers ensuring that for once in my life I would have achieved a perfect score at something. 1 comment

Afterwards I went to work for the very last time, just for a couple of hours and made up an excuse for having to take the rest of the day off. I know it sounds like crazy talk to include work in your list of final experiences but I have spent over a quarter of my life there and I would have hated departing this mortal coil without endulging in the warmth of my workmates company before I disappeared for good.  

Once I was home and had showered etc I set off to see a few people I knew, none of whom I informed that it would be our last encounter. Better our last moments together were of a positive nature.  

Lunch consisted of a fish burger and kumra chips (my favourite fast-food treat) and afterwards I played a game of ten pin bowling and then drove around all the places that have been significant to my life. The next few hours I spent ringing round various members of my family and relations as well contacting someone I had not heard from for over 25 years. Each call only lasted a few minutes but I made the mistake of calling a chatterbox and had my ear chewed for over quarter of an hour before I finally got away. It really did not matter.

So then came dinner, which because of my fishy taste-buds consisted mainly of seafood, with jelly and ice cream for dessert, just for old time sakes. Hadn’t had that since I was knee high to a grasshopper as they say.

Well that bought me to an evening of DVDs, DB export beer, Jack Daniels whiskey and even a few cups of coffee just for the share hell of it; nothing exciting but these are the things I like to do, and I could really care less if it meet with other people’s approval or not. That’s just the way I am, or maybe I should start getting use to using past tense phrases like was or used to be.

Time dragged but still seemed to go by far too quickly and before I knew it the clock was showing 10:35pm. Somehow I must have drifted off to sleep because I could not remember actually seeing the end of “Back to the Future Part 2.” The living room was, and still is, a horrible mess, but I am sure someone will clean it up after I croak, which according to my watch is not too far off. I only hope I have time to post this to ScribeSlice. 1 comment

I have already written an intro which I hope to copy and paste in the…
oh bugger I can’t think what it’s called and time is ticking away…Blub Box, yeah that’s it…paste in the Blub box before it’s too late. All I need now is for my broadband connection to stop working and this post would have been for naught.

Earlier today I was thinking about posting a final story but they don’t allow you to add more than one ScribeSlice entry a day, besides I was too preoccupied to do anything creative. There are so many things I have not done which I would love to have….

Oh no! Time’s almost up. I’m going to have to cut this short and do a quick post.

Adios Amigos.

And the clock stopped never to go again when the old man died.

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