The afternoon matinee is the one place I can get away from life’s madness to contemplate nothing. I crave the thunderous sounds of the movie, drowning out the roar of my self-loathing thoughts. I don’t care about the plot; it’s the thrill of the darkness when the lights go down. It takes me away from my noxious mind. I ignore the characters and their inane conversations as they only serve to exasperate me. I close my eyes and enjoy the rush of just being, alone, adrift in my dispossessed world. No more pity or judgment.
But today I hear a steady beep-beep as it turns into a piercing, unbroken flat line. And the distant voices say…
“She’s unresponsive. We’ve lost her, Doctor.”
“I’ll call it. Time of death: 2:38 p.m. from a drug overdose.”
“Do we know her name?”
“Not yet. She’s homeless. Someone found her in the abandoned theater.”
I wrote this 149-word story for the VisDare photo prompt. Click on the badge to find out more about this writing challange. Read the other stories here.