"As he walked through the valley of the shadow of Death".....'Cough Cough'....."Sorry about that *haha..... *Sigh, So, Let me tell you a story.....
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Getting up from a long sleep, He went through his regular routine of- "Shit". It was 9 o' Clock in the morning, and he was late for work.
"I can't do anything about that now can I". After speaking he ceased looking at the oddly efficient and old Grandfather clock on the other side of the room, he then proceeded to send a message to his Boss that he was not going to be present at work.
Well, that was already apparent from the time.
(NB: I switch between first and first person a lot, so read at your discretion blah blah back to the story)
Let me talk about myself, 'Anansi Lewis', Yes, I know it is a strange name but my now deceased parents were unable to come up with a name original. I am about 5ft 11" tall and is of Caribbean-Indian descent, Jamaica to be exact.
My mother thought of naming me(literally just copying) after a famous traditional Folkore character; 'Brotha Anansi', 'Anansi the Trickster' he was called among other names in the stories.
If you're 'Intellegent' you would assume that I am dark skinned, which is correct.
I recently dropped out of school, which was to be expected If your parents were the only family you had thanks to both of them losing contact with their families after migrating.
Another factor was that we weren't living much of that bright of a life but we're always on good terms with each other. Covid killed them both, Quite a sad part of my life, mourning for a few months but it was something I've come to terms with that a while back.
Back to what I was doing, I freshened up and was going to the kitchen in my well 'Maintained', very small apartment. While heading there I got a message from my Boss that he will 'pay extra for coming' because 2 of my coworkers were absent due to sickness.
They are probably just hungover from that party last night, I could here it from here In my apartment even though it's a couple kilometers away'. Even though he was smart and knew his Boss was most likely just using money as a bait for him to come to work.
But...."I'll see". This was the decision that ended his life.
He got dressed and left his apartment, unlocking his bike on the stairs railing.
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He was currently riding his bicycle on the street, whistling while deep in thought, He was thinking about a lot of things, mainly what ifs. All of a sudden there was a commotion to his left, along with the blaring noise of a siren.
He was currently crossing an intersection, for context if you will
He barely saw the red truck before it hit him so hard he flew for a couple meters before landing (not really) on the sidewalk. The truck then went on to run into a few cars before stopping.
A crowd began to form very quickly that you would wonder if they were all invisible. Everyone's attention was on the youth with black hair and...a very mangled and bloody body.
It was a miracle that he still lived some thought, while others try to call the 911, some whispering, other panicking for some reason.
A few older and more mature people tried their best to comfort the stranger who was lying on the ground, these ones know that he would die in a minute or two, any more than that and you would have to torture the guy for lady Luck's number.
But while these people were doing all manner of things, our protagonist was having a strange dialogue in his head.....