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Sometimes a guy should just listen to the voice in his head. flash fiction
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Word Count 300

    It had seemed like a reasonable request, run some numbers over to the local bookie.  This is a bad idea.  Every time I hear that I end up in the hospital, through no fault of my own of course.  This time we discussed it a bit first, just to come to a rational decision mind you.

    Me:  “What could go wrong?”

    My head:  Oh I don’t know, think about hospitals, broken bones, humiliating experiences and your previous history you dolt!

    Me:  “Those weren’t all my fault.”

    My head: How about the quad accident, the stuck finger, and the motorcycle accident

    Me:  “Newly discovered geologic phenomenon, which I didn’t get credit for I might add, I was momentarily distracted, and that van should not have been parked there.  Tell ya what, I’ll look both ways before crossing the street, better yet I will go to the stoplight and wait until it’s green before crossing.”

    The guy sitting on the barstool next to me moved a couple spots down; he refused to make eye contact.  I am not sure what was wrong with him.

    My head:  What about the, “board incident?”

    Me:  “Oh, ah, um,… well see that one's a bit of a mystery.  Okay I’ll tell you what, I’ll even wait for the little walking guy at the stoplight to light up.  Listen the guy will buy my drinks for the rest of the night If I do this, I am gonna do this, I’m very thirsty.


    My head:  This is not a good idea.

    I looked both ways before crossing the street, the next thing I knew a bus was skidding towards me followed by a rather loud thump.  Then I was floating above myself looking down at my body.

    I told you this wasn’t a good idea.

Word Count 300

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