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Flatline: Eternity.  by Doveman
Was it over?

A man in a white overcoat slides a picture across the table. His face is unreadable. The ring on his well-manicured hand flashes in sunlight that streams through a nearby window. I’m reminded of something. My mind reaches for the memory. Fumbles for it. Grabs it. Then it’s gone. Adrift and meaningless again.

Maggie.

“Huh?” I say. The man, a doctor, is speaking.

“What does this mean to you? How does this make you feel?” He asks.

What does what mean to me? How can I feel anything when I can only feel nothing?

The picture. He is pointing at the picture and asking his questions. I mouth the words, now unfamiliar, as he speaks them.

Oh yes, the picture. What does it mean to me?

It is a picture of a woman but her features are obscured by the light(so bright)reflecting off its glossy surface. The doctor does not know this. How can I answer his questions when I cannot make out the woman in the picture?

I want to tell him this, but he is already grabbing for the picture. Already tucking it away in his little folder.

“That will be all for the day. Let’s keep with the regular dosage for now.” The doctor says. He makes a motion with his arm. Firm, yet gentle hands grab hold of me. They are lifting me to my feet. It felt so nice to sit down in the sun. Why did I have to go?

“C’mon buddy, it’s time to go back to your room?” A man says, the one supporting me as I shuffle along. I look up at him and smile. He is an old man, and he smiles back. I like him.

My smile disappears when I realize that I can’t remember his name.

Orderly.

 Then my smile is back. I have remembered his name.

“How you doin’ Orderly?” I ask. He is my friend and that is the sort of thing you ask friends.

“Fine. Juuuuuuuust fine.” He says and laughs. He laughs because he is my friend.

“Here we are, buck-o.” Orderly says.
It is my room. My wonderful white room. I like it here. I have a special place here.

“Thank you friend.” I say. Orderly closes the door. I can hear him chuckling.

I sigh. Not because I am sad. No. This is a sigh of relief.

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I am relieved to be in my white room again. I like it here. I have a special place that I go to sometimes. It’s underneath the bed. I think I’ll go there right now.

Just for a little while.

It’s a restaurant. They serve the most spectacular spaghetti here. There is a woman and she sits across from me. She is beautiful. She is mine and I will never let her go. Tonight is a very special night. One she’ll never forget.

The waiter comes to our table. We have already ordered, and now he is delivering our food. He sets silverware on the table, a basket of piping hot french loaves, and then a giant platter of spaghetti. The platter has one of those old fashioned silver lids. What are they called? It doesn’t matter.

The waiter asks if there is anything else we need.
                    
“No, Zeph. Everything looks as great as always.” I say.

Near where my left hand rests on the table is a small black box. I’ve wrote the word REDEMPTION on the lid. She has been eyeing it all night. I can see how curious she is. What’s in the box? That’s what here beautiful eyes say to me.

I’ve been agonizing over whether or not it would be best to give it to her before, or after dinner.

I decide that we will eat first.

I pull the silver lid from the platter with a flourish.

“Tah-dah!”I say, in my best showman’s voice.

Her eyes light up. In the middle of the platter is a gun. I pick it up and point it at her head.

“I love you Maggie.”
 
I pull the trigger.

I wake screaming. What have I done? Already I’ve forgotten. I only know that it’s terrible.  

Those firm, but gentle hands are back again. This time they are restraining me. I thrash and scream and bite. They are trying to take her away from me.

Her? Who is she?

Maggie.

I feel a sharp pain in my arm. I just want to go back to my special place. So tired.

“Everything’s gonna’ be alright, bucko.” Orderly says.

I believe him. He is my friend. He is only trying to help me get back to that special place under my bed. Thank you Orderly.

I think I’ll go there. If only just for a little while.

It’s a restaurant. They serve the most spectacular spaghetti here. There is a woman and she sits across from me. She is beautiful. She is mine and I will never let her go. Tonight is a very special night. One she’ll never forget.

She’ll never forget.

Never forget.

Never.
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Date created: April 24, 2008
Date published: April 24, 2008
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Word Count: 1068
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