Mistakes

The sun greeted me, prying my eyes open with it's tentacular rays of light. For a moment, I had no idea where I was, but then it all came rushing back to me. The shack.Cheap food. Suzy. Food, I thought again. I hadn't had a meal since yesterday afternoon. I walked over to the fridge, hoping there would be something that hadn't spoiled. "Ahh!" I screamed "Eww! Get it off!". A cat's carcass had fallen from the broken shelf, splaying itself onto my feet. No food, then. Time to get a job, I thought as I kicked the mangled animal towards the door.

But where to go where no one would recognize me? It seemed impossible. Suddenly, it came to me as I dragged the feline cadaver to the trash bin. The mausoleum. They needed a new manager since old Gunther died, I had seen it in the newspaper last week. I opened the lid of the garbage can, and saw the broken light ofa bicyclestaring back at me. Things are going my way today. It was rusted and flimsy, but the wheels and pedals seemed to be working fine. I jumped on and headed to Eternal Rest Graveyard.

Once there, I found my way into themausoleum and got the job without a second glance.

I still needed something to keep me going until I got myfirst paycheck, so the garbage can of a nearby estate was an excellent choice. I got some shampoo, last week's newspaper, a fire extinguisher and VIRTUAL REALITY GOGGLES! I knew I should have sold the V.R. goggles right away, but I felt the urge to keep them. I had a job now, I didn't need the money. Meanwhile, tragedy struck. I had left the fireplace on at home. It was acheap thing, made of plastic covered steel and sparks flew from it at will. This time, a spark had caught on the splintery floorboards and a blazing inferno had begun. I came home just in time to see the old posters burst into flame.

I rushed forward to stamp out the flame, the loose tail of my coat hanging into the flames. Suddenly, I had two choices. To save me, or my house. There was close to no chance I would be able to survive if I didn't jump into the outdoor shower near the well immediately, even less that I would be able to use my house after I died.

The water was cold, but I stood under the frigid salt water, batting at the flame and ignoring the pain. Once it went out, I ran back inside and almost sprinted straight into the fire. In a moment of panic, I called out, but then clapped my hand over my mouth in case someone fishing heard me. I pulled myself together, grabbed the fire extinguisher that I had scavenged earlier, thanking the great plumbob in the sky I had stopped for it.

It took a few tries, but the fire was in control soon. Note to self: Only use fireplace when needed. I put it out. If the Beatles were here right now they'd write a song about how hot I am.