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tamingthemuseTitle: Memories
Prompt #430 Scrambled Brains
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 522
I entered the company's building that morning and I knew it would happen today.
Well, I was at least nintety percent sure it was for today, anyway. I could always be wrong, like that time a couple of weeks ago, when I had thought I had a meeting and I hadn't because it hadn't been scheduled yet. Things get blurry sometimes. I'm not a born-organized person, and my poor brain, who already had a hard time keeping track of my daily schedule, is often lost when past and future invite themselves to mix things up.
I don't know how it happened, or why, or even what it is that happened exactly. All I can say is that somehow, I remember future events. It began happening around my 20th birthday. At first, I thought it was only déjà vu, at least until I caught myself talking about things that hadn't happened yet. To other people. Some of them thought I was going crazy. The others only wanted to know if I was having a nervous break-down. I had a few uncomfortable moments before I learned to assess the nature of my memories, and stopped talking about the future to anybody.
I'm mostly okay now. I don't make mistakes anymore, and I managed to keep future events away from daily life without acting upon them in the now. Except when it's about murder. Those I still have trouble staying out of. That day wasn't different, except for the fact that it was the first time.
Anyway, like I said, I knew as soon as I entered the building that someone was scheduled to die that day, in that very lobby. All because of a huge bouquet of tropical flowers, set on the receptionist's desk, that hadn't been there the day before, and would be gone by tonight, as with all the bouquets that ever come thought our lobby (let's be clear here : nobody died because of the bouquet. I knew because of the bouquet. The flowers are innocent bystanders in that story).
My motto in all matters concerning the future is : stay away from it. If you saw it happening that way, then it must happen. I don't have anything to base that motto on, of course ; it's more like a rule I created for myself, to be able to go on with my life whatever my memories show me. You could say I consider the things I see as fixed points in time. It makes things easier.
Having rules like this work wonders when you remember dropping your coffee cup on your new dry cleaning coat, or that the date you're heading for is actually a break-up dinner. It's a whole new problem altogether when you see a women barely out of her teenage years getting murder in your workplace, someone you remember being a nice person without having met her yet. She wanted to become the CEO of a huge company, and it was her first real internship. She even had a cat, a giant hairy thing called Bennet.
A cat lover. That's why I couldn't let her die.
Prompt #430 Scrambled Brains
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 522
I entered the company's building that morning and I knew it would happen today.
Well, I was at least nintety percent sure it was for today, anyway. I could always be wrong, like that time a couple of weeks ago, when I had thought I had a meeting and I hadn't because it hadn't been scheduled yet. Things get blurry sometimes. I'm not a born-organized person, and my poor brain, who already had a hard time keeping track of my daily schedule, is often lost when past and future invite themselves to mix things up.
I don't know how it happened, or why, or even what it is that happened exactly. All I can say is that somehow, I remember future events. It began happening around my 20th birthday. At first, I thought it was only déjà vu, at least until I caught myself talking about things that hadn't happened yet. To other people. Some of them thought I was going crazy. The others only wanted to know if I was having a nervous break-down. I had a few uncomfortable moments before I learned to assess the nature of my memories, and stopped talking about the future to anybody.
I'm mostly okay now. I don't make mistakes anymore, and I managed to keep future events away from daily life without acting upon them in the now. Except when it's about murder. Those I still have trouble staying out of. That day wasn't different, except for the fact that it was the first time.
Anyway, like I said, I knew as soon as I entered the building that someone was scheduled to die that day, in that very lobby. All because of a huge bouquet of tropical flowers, set on the receptionist's desk, that hadn't been there the day before, and would be gone by tonight, as with all the bouquets that ever come thought our lobby (let's be clear here : nobody died because of the bouquet. I knew because of the bouquet. The flowers are innocent bystanders in that story).
My motto in all matters concerning the future is : stay away from it. If you saw it happening that way, then it must happen. I don't have anything to base that motto on, of course ; it's more like a rule I created for myself, to be able to go on with my life whatever my memories show me. You could say I consider the things I see as fixed points in time. It makes things easier.
Having rules like this work wonders when you remember dropping your coffee cup on your new dry cleaning coat, or that the date you're heading for is actually a break-up dinner. It's a whole new problem altogether when you see a women barely out of her teenage years getting murder in your workplace, someone you remember being a nice person without having met her yet. She wanted to become the CEO of a huge company, and it was her first real internship. She even had a cat, a giant hairy thing called Bennet.
A cat lover. That's why I couldn't let her die.
