Inspired by Simon's stories, especially
"The Party" Thank you: To B/Beth/Simon for having a great sense of humor!
Motif
"And then..." fingers hovered over the keyboard, waiting, anticipating...
"Yes!" Like a symphony, the play of fingertips against the whisper-touch
keys filled the room with the music of creation.
This was beauty. This was art.
Oh, this was good.
The bold arrangement of letters against the stark whiteness
of mediocrity. This, this was a calling, a mission, a
destiny...
And it was fun, too.
The minutest of hesitations while a hand brushed aside a stray lock of hair
and the rhythm resumed, the tempo increasing as the inexorable forces of
creation called forth genius.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Tiny beads of perspiration were ignored, the siren's call too strong. Compulsion
forced the fingers into a frenzy of movement until they were a
blur.
And then...
At last...
The final keystroke...
Finale.
Spent, the hands fell away, the body slumping back against the chair. The
residue of brilliance hovered overhead.
The masterpiece gleamed in the dimly lit room, shining back from the computer
screen like a beacon. Single letters merged into words, joined into sentences,
congregated into paragraphs, transformed into the sublime.
Here was the masterstroke, the coup de grace. No more trivial car accidents
or gun shot wounds or even food poisoning (although that *was* fun
thank-you-very-much). Boundaries had been pushed aside, limits surpassed
and here... here was the result: an epic.
The bullet from a misfired gun collides with a small airplane causing its
microwave to short-circuit and catch fire, releasing poison gases which render
the pilot unconscious resulting in a mid-air collision that rains debris
down onto a vehicle transporting food-poisoning victims to the hospital.
The driver loses control and the vehicle skids off the road into a circus
tent where the beloved main character is struck on the head with a flaming
baton and trampled by an elephant enraged by the violin music from a
cd player dropped by a fleeing patron.
Pure genius.
With a sigh of contentment, the author leaned back and smiled,
waiting.
They would be drawn to it, unable to resist
reading.
Their suffering would be delicious.
And not one of them would suspect...
Beth.
Ethan.
B-eth-an
The sound of laughter filled the room.
END