Handstand
"911, what is your emergency?"
"hi, there's a man outside on my front yard who isn't leaving. he looks drunk."
i got very nervous. never in my entire career have i heard a client say such horrible things.
"a...are all your doors locked... sir?" i barely managed to wheeze out.
"yes. now it looks like he's doing a handstand. he's smiling."
the things he had just described to me were so terrifying, so cruel and bloody, that i clenched at my heart and passed out from the horror. then i woke up in the hospital, since apparently i fell out of my chair and hit my head on the floor.
those horrible days are over now, but sometimes when i'm lying in bed drifting off to sleep, and i look outside my window, he'll be out in my yard doing a handstand.
he haunts my dreams every night and i just can't take it anymore. by the time you see this post, i'll already have put a bullet through my head. goodbye, cruel world.
Credited to 33some
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