Spacekat Tommy
Spacekat
Now in his late 70s. He remembered that moment.
He had to have been maybe 6?
There was a reach for the toilet paper, and then pain.
Wincing, crying.
Mom came in and said, "Is my baby ok? Oh you got an owwie..."
And she kissed his hand where the bead of blood was.
He hadn't thought of this moment since. There was no reason.
But here he was.
Morris.
A man of intelligence. A life long journey to edcucate the dumb masses.
And laying here, he scoffed at just the thought of the moment itself...
He was dying.
And that pinprick as a child brought him back for just a second.
A blur from a tele-screen flashed through his memory.
"for the greater of man.. to ease the pa...."
He recalled his entire life.
Seeing men and women smiling.
A high five at 12 with John. "DUDE I TOLD YOU WE WOULD BEAT THEM!!" The ball rolling slowly into the goal...
His favorite 8th grade art teacher that helped him load his entirely too large project into the kiln that shattered because he didnt knead the air bubbles out of it properly.
His guidance counsler at 16 that had a HUGE mustache, too large for his face, and he could never explain why a man would want it but there it was...
His boss at 20 that asked him to mop the floors at work as best he could.. like he would give the man anything less.. everyone KNEW he was the only one in the store that could give him the kind of work he was asking for... but the old man said it every day he saw him, "do those floors properly..."
The flash of his mid 30s...
Working Christmas eve... Waking up an hour too early, getting ready, about to leave, then realizing.. its holiday hours... we open at 9.... not at 8.
His wifes glistening eyes at 40...
Her dying eyes at 50.. Eff you cancer....
His first hospital bed at 60.... The nurses eyes like his wive's.... brilliant blue.... She gave him comfort...
"There isnt much time left..."
You see, in this peroid of time... You don't have to pull the plug anymore... You are no longer hooked up to machines...
You just are.
And when it's time... That single sting. The tears that happen at 6..
That's is when you cry.. and the world gets to look you in the eye and say....
"Oh, you got an owwie... its going to be ok..."
And when it's time... your body knows when the time is right....
The little capsule releases the poison. And you dream of mommy's face one last time...
He had to have been maybe 6?
There was a reach for the toilet paper, and then pain.
Wincing, crying.
Mom came in and said, "Is my baby ok? Oh you got an owwie..."
And she kissed his hand where the bead of blood was.
He hadn't thought of this moment since. There was no reason.
But here he was.
Morris.
A man of intelligence. A life long journey to edcucate the dumb masses.
And laying here, he scoffed at just the thought of the moment itself...
He was dying.
And that pinprick as a child brought him back for just a second.
A blur from a tele-screen flashed through his memory.
"for the greater of man.. to ease the pa...."
He recalled his entire life.
Seeing men and women smiling.
A high five at 12 with John. "DUDE I TOLD YOU WE WOULD BEAT THEM!!" The ball rolling slowly into the goal...
His favorite 8th grade art teacher that helped him load his entirely too large project into the kiln that shattered because he didnt knead the air bubbles out of it properly.
His guidance counsler at 16 that had a HUGE mustache, too large for his face, and he could never explain why a man would want it but there it was...
His boss at 20 that asked him to mop the floors at work as best he could.. like he would give the man anything less.. everyone KNEW he was the only one in the store that could give him the kind of work he was asking for... but the old man said it every day he saw him, "do those floors properly..."
The flash of his mid 30s...
Working Christmas eve... Waking up an hour too early, getting ready, about to leave, then realizing.. its holiday hours... we open at 9.... not at 8.
His wifes glistening eyes at 40...
Her dying eyes at 50.. Eff you cancer....
His first hospital bed at 60.... The nurses eyes like his wive's.... brilliant blue.... She gave him comfort...
"There isnt much time left..."
You see, in this peroid of time... You don't have to pull the plug anymore... You are no longer hooked up to machines...
You just are.
And when it's time... That single sting. The tears that happen at 6..
That's is when you cry.. and the world gets to look you in the eye and say....
"Oh, you got an owwie... its going to be ok..."
And when it's time... your body knows when the time is right....
The little capsule releases the poison. And you dream of mommy's face one last time...
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