The prophet lay down lifeless and bleeding. The
gaping hole in his head testimony to the bullet that had just passed through
his skull scattering his thoughts in a thousand directions. He lay there
blinking, unsure of what had happened most probably he was also in shock. His
thoughts that had exited his head along with the bullet that had derailed his
train of thoughts lay splattered all over the walls and on those that stood
around him.
One of them seemed to be in utter shock. It
seemed he received a particularly nasty though along with the brain matter that
stained his face and shirt. The look of disgust though was definitely not from
the taste on his mouth.
Another woman stood a smile on her face and she
partook of the joyful thoughts that sometimes swam around the head of the
prophet on those better days. All around him the prophet saw his thoughts crawl
all over the place. Some he was glad to get rid of other he hoped never got
back into his head while others he worried that they would get ‘heard’ by
others.
“why the heck where all these people standing
there while he lay on the pavement, a halo of blood around his head and his
thoughts running all over the place” he wondered.
“Could someone please call the cops, an
ambulance or something” he exclaimed. “Don’t just stand there” he almost
shouted.
Then a though crossed his mind, one of those
that had not exited his head. It crawled in from a sparse section of brain that
had clung to his skull.
“Maybe they are not calling the ambulance
because there is no need for one.” The thought swam around his head a little
more making loopy circles from side to side.
The prophet looked to the sky, ok well he looked up which since he was lying
flat on his back would technically mead he looked at the feet of those who
stood by his head and the wall beyond.
He looked up, well you get the point, and he
looked and chewed on that thought. And then it hit him. “I AM DEAD!”
