Thursday, May 12, 2011

The End

Ms. Pigg flipped the egg on the pan as she wiped the sleepy shit from her eyelids, blew her nose and hocked a loogy. She never felt so good after all that was over and as she was swallowing her last bite of cheesy egg. Ms. Pigg prepares for a day out in the neighborhood as she puts on her summer clothes and greases up her Sousaphone valves. Ms. Pigg feels a single coin tumbling around in her back left pocket. She digs it out, and its a shiny new penny. She thought to herself, "The best place for this would be the bottom of the fountain on Calloway Blvd." So Ms. Pigg grabs her Sousa and heads to the fountain.
"What the hell?!?!" screams Ms. Pigg, "Why is Ms. Monagan on the bottom face down on the pavement and not breathing?!? Somebody has got to take her the hospital or the funeral home because it for damn sure isn't my job." So Ms. Pigg walked away from the scene and headed to the fountain where a police officer is nearby. This is perfect, because now Ms. Pigg can tell the cop that Ms. Monagan is either dead or putting on a damn good act.
Once there Ms. Pigg waves to the smoking policeman, puts her Sousa down for a minute to rest her back, and launches the penny into the fountain throwing it backwards over her right shoulder for good luck. The policeman sure was enjoying that cigarette because once he was finished on his last puff he tossed it into the street and watched the street sweeper suck it up.
Ms. Pigg notices some neighbors come up from the subway tunnel, particularly Jude C. Wright. Ms. Pigg laughs her ass off when Jude stumbles on the steps as his eyes almost pop out of his head once he see's the fountain is working.
Aaron Pernie has the same surprised look on his face that Jude did, but he is not moving. Jude is standing dead still in the center of the basketball court staring at the fountain. Ms. Pigg does not understand the sudden importance of the fountain and why everybody is staring at it like a fat kid does to a ice cream menu.
This is a perfect place for Ms. Pigg to set up her Sousaphone and play some tunes for her neighbors, and make some spare change. She knows that everybody is going to talk about the fountain, or the death of Ms. Monaghan.
After a long 12 hours by the fountain, Ms. Pigg saw almost everybody that lived in Watershed Heights. It was now midnight and Ms. Pigg's lips were starting to bleed from so much playing. As she was walking slowly home, Ms. Pigg saw two more people lying face down on the ground. Remus and Josh were lying next to each other with a dozen policeman looking down from the top of Watershed Heights apartment. There was blood everywhere, and Ms. Pigg was starting to freak out about her neighbors jumping off the eight story building. So to get her mind off the eventful day, Ms. Pigg shot up some Heroin. Ms. Pigg didn't want to remember this day ever again, so she passed out on her soft mattress.

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  2. The walk to the bus takes forever.
    That lucky drugged up guy lands a few feet away from me in a splatter of blood. So it goes.
    A woman was struck by lightning and burnt to a crisp. God was right; in the end, we can't make a difference.
    That painfully normal lady with the plants crosses over to the fountain.
    Brian still doesn't have any limbs. I still can't remember what Ms. Pigg looks like.
    That guy with the staff stands in the middle of the basketball court, casting spells. What the fuck.
    While I wait for the bus, I contemplate writing a book when I'm not working my 9 to 5. I contemplate living a little. Whatever. All my dreams will come true.
    The bus arrives, and I get on. I'm on my way to an office or a factory or a school. Heather works, but she'd make more money if she were a boy. And if I were smarter, I wouldn't teach. But I'm not as smart as I could be.
    The bus pulls away, and nobody saw, heard from, or cared for Leeroy Jenkins again.

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