Fearless Writing Challenge; Day 12 or The Prologue

Once upon a time, I began to write a story. This was a very long time ago, and since then I have begun several more. Some, (well, one), I finished. (Even though it was half-baked, but we can discuss that later…)

In any event, the pages I wrote and the outline I drew have been hidden away for years.

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This is the beginning of the story:

His skull split like a melon on contact. From one ear, across the top of his head, to the other. The only possible consolation to those who loved him was that his death was instant. He never knew what hit him. Rather, he never knew what he hit. It was basic physics: force equals mass times acceleration.

In Drew’s case, the equation was fatal.

By the time the wheels on his red motorcycle stopped spinning he was already floating over the scene. He watched as his friends ran out of the house to find him lying in the road, motionless. He watched as his best friend Jacob pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. He hovered above the scene long enough to watch his friends, one by one, drop to their knees or the curb and hold their heads in their hands and cry. Then, he left.

He watched as his best friend Jacob pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. He hovered above the scene long enough to watch his friends, one by one, drop to their knees or the curb and hold their heads in their hands and cry. Then, he left.

He hovered above the scene long enough to watch his friends, one by one, drop to their knees and hold their heads in their hands and cry. Then, he left.

Then, he left.

At his memorial service, everyone told his mother that it was not like him to be reckless. One by one they swore they were shocked by the anomaly in his behavior. No one would have guessed Drew’s life would end this way, after a stupid trick on a motorcycle. He was young, yes, but he was full of life, full of promise, a smart kid. No one noticed the irony as they told her, He had such a good head on his shoulders. But she did.

If a lesson was to be learned from Drew’s untimely death,  it was that one can never know what makes a person do something so seemingly out of character. One can guess, perhaps, or maybe imagine, but the truth of the matter is, sometimes even the person doing the thing doesn’t really know why they are doing it.

 

to be continued….

 

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