Tomorrow

Short pieces of fiction created as part of 10-minute writing exercises. These pieces appear here exactly as written (except that spelling and punctuation have been corrected) in the ten minutes given for the exercise.

 

Writing prompt: at the end of the day, at night, before I go to sleep, I think within myself…

 

At the end of the day, at night, before I go to sleep, I think within myself…tomorrow I’ll do it. I’m really going to kill him.

 

As I lay there, listening to the vibrating snores beside me, resolve bubbles up.

 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll do it.

 

The dark wraps me in a warm cocoon of safety. I lay rigid and tense on my side of the bed, careful to ensure no part of his sweaty, hairy body touches mine.

 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll do it.

 

I’ll come home from work, get his dinner ready as usual. We’ll sit on the couch for a little while, maybe watch some t.v. And then…

 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll do it.

 

I’ll suggest we go for ice cream. His favorite. He can’t resist ice cream. We’ll get in the car. I’ll drive resting my hand on his leg.

 

Maybe we will even actually stop for ice cream. Why not? Last request of the condemned.

 

He’ll know though. After the ice cream. He’ll know we’re on the way to the vet. He always knows.

 

The snoring is interrupted by a whimper of pain.

 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll do it.

 

I’m really going to do it. I’m going to call the vet. I’m going to take him in. He’s suffered enough.

 

~TB 01/11/12