Saturday, July 23, 2011

The Story Of Ordinary Morgan

Once upon a time, there was Ordinary Morgan. Ordinary Morgan was a quiet, middle-aged, working man. He has a wife and three kids. He doesn't sleep much on the account of a terrible, throbbing pain in his head. Sometimes he'll stay up in the loft of their little row house and read from a book of children stories. As Ordinary Morgan was trying to escape from the nine-to-five, six-o-clock-sharp-dinners, and his wife and her constant begging. She is blamed for his slow love. There were heavy bags under his eyes, from lack of sleep. He slides in between the sheets, feeling hot, sick, and trapped only to wake up at what feels like five minutes later. It's six-o-clock now. "Put on the monkey suit like a good boy..." his conditions echo off the walls of his brain. He hears his three kids pounce down the stairs in their little school shoes. His head throbs harder. Soon enough he is dressed and seated down to eggs at the family table. How he dreads seeing their faces each morning and evening. Georgie, the oldest, with her straight brown hair, delicate and well refined. Morgan likes Georgie best simply because she knows that Daddy is a very sad man indeed and would like to be left alone. The other two? Who are they? He can't recall the names, or care quiet frankly. He tries to read the paper but all he can see on the page are red lines. Clock strikes seven. At last. Today is a different day for Ordinary Morgan. He hugs and kisses each of his children goodbye and it seems that he is almost happy. Almost.

Here, Ordinary Morgan, lover of one and father of three, walks out the door. The day outside is gray, but today is a good day for him today. His head is pounding now, so hard that it makes him grit his teeth as he walks to the station. Here is where he gets his train to work.

Now this is the part of the story where we learn that Ordinary Morgan isn't so ordinary. Inside his head buzzles and crackles like a broken TV. Static and he starts to laugh but it is cut off by a short sigh. Ordinary Morgan lays his head across the tracks and waits.

The End.

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