A Bunch Of Incomplete (and complete) Stories Of Mine

Writing 3: On The Other Side

NOAH bounces his leg as he sits on his porch, his phone rings, causing him to figuratively jump out of paranoia.

N: Jesus, Marie you need to stop calling.

Yeah, I said that I would come home--

No, it's just me. Really, I'm not sure why we are even discussing this. I told you...

No, I told you a few hours ago!

My fault?!

NOAH gets off the porch and begins pacing slowly, it goes from a slow calculated walk to an aggressive stomping into the street without looking both way.

N: This is my fault that you don't listen to me?!

You know what, this is straight up bull--

A car's horn can be heard, the headlines are on him and NOAH drops his phone in fright knowing what fate he is about to fall to. However... it never comes. NOAH begins to look around, unsure of what is going on and why everything has come to a halt.

N: What's going on...?

An OLD MAN walks onto the stage and behind NOAH, placing his hand behind on his shoulder.

OM: Hello, Noah.

N: Woah, did you see how that jerk almost hit me? He's lucky he stopped. I'm about to give him a piece of my mind.

OM: That car that's "stopped" in front of you, isn't stopped. None of this is stopped. Look around you. The birds, the bikers, the people, everything.

NOAH notices that nothing is moving.

N: Then what is this? Why is everything like this?

OM: This is the last thing you ever saw before you got hit by him.