Rasmus Rune (defyaugury) wrote in summerview, @ 2018-10-10 20:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | zrasmus rune |
woke up, fell out of bed
Who: Rasmus & Percy
When: Last Week - Morning
Where: The Minute Clinic
Warnings: Some Language
FADE IN: EXT. MINUTE CLINIC - MORNING Birds chirping. Sun shining. A single car with a broken taillight parked in the parking lot looking like it might not start again. Close up of the sidewalk, freshly paved and repurposed less than a year ago giving the area an image of professionalism. Newness. Grass neatly trimmed around the pavement. RASMUS RUNE, age unlisted in his medical records, lying on his back, gaze flinching into the sun. Metaphorically dying. (reciting Shakespeare) What, is the old king dead? As nail in the fuckin' door. FADE OUT. Rasmus heard the sound of heels on the concrete. He tilted his head to the side and winced. He'd been staring into the sun so long that his eyes were having difficulty adjusting to the world around him. He'd been waiting for the Minute Clinic to open since 6:17 that morning. He thought they opened at seven. He wanted to be the first in line. He was mistaken. They didn't open until eight. At first he thought about driving over to Vale Diner and getting a coffee and a cinnamon roll, or maybe one of those hot out of the oven sweet buns, but then he remembered that he was dying and that he didn't want to spend his last moments on earth waiting in line for twelve ounces of burnt coffee in a styrofoam cup. It seemed like a much better waste of his time to sprawl out on the sidewalk in front of the Minute Clinic and wait for the Reaper to collect him. An ant crawled over his arm and he flicked it off, sending it flying into the nearby grass. When the footsteps drew nearer, Rasmus let out a melodramatic groan. "You're too late," he said to the air (and subsequently the person on approach.) "My time has come. Remember me fondly for there is nothing fonder than the fondness of another recalling upon your memory fondly. And I am fond of such an image." He rolled his head back onto the cement. "Fuck. That's no good. Hold on, I can come up with better last words." |