But it happened...

Goldfrapp

"But it happened..." is what he says and I know he's right when he says it. Why? Because it's happened. The glass has fallen and broken. It's the warning I said to him before it was about to happen that echoes in my mind. Because that warning didn't stop it from happening. It only prompted him to say afterwards... "Well, it shouldn't have happened this way." I agree... but it did. That's the trick. Once something has happened you can't change that it did. No matter how much you believe that it shouldn't have it still did indeed happen. Pretending that it didn't happen won't change things either. You can wonder if it was inevitable but there's nothing you can do to erase the reality that it happened. 

If a silver haired mannequin falls in the middle of H&M when the store is closed & empty and the cameras are off due to a power outage did it happen? Yes it did. There's no irrefutable evidence to deny what has occurred. Because when someone stumbles in early the next morning completely hung from the night before, where too many men named Jack, Jim and Johnny Walker Black Label insisted upon more drinks, they will discover the silver haired plastic man has fallen. So it happened... and it could happen again. In this instance of mine, I tell him the same as I am telling you, "Sometimes things will happen. And you can try to prepare yourself for them as best you can... but sometimes they will still happen." 

Anyhow here's a little story written upon the end... and the beginning. Enjoy. 

kisses, m.

Shouldn't have happened this way.

(11-14-09)

Shouldn’t have happened this way. As a prisoner in the dark trunk of this old car sandwiched between two dead men, I lie here thinking just that. Somehow things went completely wrong, and I’m soon to find myself cooperating with the business end of a shovel. 

I should have seen this coming. It would have worked if I hadn’t walked back through the door. Things went all according to plan. Three vehicles; the van for ammo and reinforcements, the getaway car allowing timely departure and the van carrying the meds for any wounded. No one should have been killed. Leave none behind. That was his plan and yet here I am waiting to have my head severed from my body; along with my counterparts I would be burned and buried in a remote corner of the world.

There are times when a person questions the choices made and wonders what could have happened if the circumstances were different. No one would be dead, I wouldn’t be waiting for death, and the plan may have gone off without a hitch.

At least I’m still armed. In the waistband of my jeans there’s a gun. It couldn’t matter less as there’s no escape from this. Shoot a hole through the trunk? Using the gun to gain freedom my can serve no good purpose. My escape would result in an eventual death.

Mine.

But I knew the stakes going in. Pulling the gun on him would eliminate my current dilemma. However, those counterparts in this mass network of crime would undoubtedly track me down and end my life without question. Yet, the only solution to my present circumstances is to kill this man. Premeditating my crime, silently encased between the only friends I have left, as this car cruises towards its final destination.

The car comes to a stop. Red hue of brake lights blankets the interior of the compartment. White skin of my neighbor reflects off the high scarlet brilliance. Shifting of the bodies pushes me into the center of the trunk. Tightly packed in, swaddled in the comfort of death.

Near the front of the vehicle I can hear movement. There’s a voice approaching the car. Movement within the vehicle indicates that he’s getting out.

Door opens and slams closed. Booming altos disagree in a symphonic melody that ends in the sound of a lone gun firing. Listening intently the sounds of the exterior are still close. Steady myself and prepare. There’s only one chance at this.

Car rocks gently. Latch of the trunk releases. Steps fall loudly near the rear of the car and stop. External light enters the space. Fingers reach in. My eyes wait for the prize. Open. Large figure towers down over me. Shoot. Quickly falling backwards and down goes this shadow.

Climbing out of the moving tomb, it’s clear as day, I’ve hit the wrong person. A uniformed officer lies out along this deserted dirt road with a hole in his head. Along the side of the car there’s his body, the evil mastermind is dead. I need to get away. Get as much distance as I can from this mess. It really shouldn’t have happened this way... yet it did.