#59 Bullet

by JB Lacaden

The bullet shatters the stained glass window, sending shards of rainbow colored glass flying towards me, showering me with crystal rain. In the midst of them, the bullet continues on its trajectory, with me as the target.

The first thing I saw were dragons flying in circles. From somewhere, I could hear a woman’s voice singing. The dragons kept on flying, my eyes slowly closed . . .

. . . and when I opened them I found myself seated in front of a girl. She had a freckled face and pale blue eyes. Her honey colored hair fell down on her breasts like golden rivers. She mouthed words I couldn’t hear. Our faces drew closer. I closed my eyes and our lips touched . . .

. . . and when I opened my eyes I was twenty-five. A man shoved something in my hands—white powder in a plastic sachet. Coke. Snow. Crack. Toot. Candy. I handed him the money. The darkness started to swallow us . . .

. . . and it spat me into my room. I lay on my bed as euphoria flooded my bloodstreams. A silly smile on my face, laughter caught in my throat, and life smeared in white all over my nose. The room pulsed with a dull blue light . . .

I feel the bullet entering me. I fall on my back. Blood flows out of the wound. I look above me and I see the angels and Mary. They’re looking down on me with emotionless faces.

From somewhere, I hear a woman’s voice singing and my eyes slowly close . . .