The Danger of Resolutions #microcosms #microfiction

Posted on Jan 6, 2017 by TanGental

A Smoker’s Death

Jason was dead. Bloody typical he thought. He’d given up sugar, cut back on fried food, been to the gym, dusted off his pension plan, spent an hour quality time with Chloe when she stung him for some vodka and told him she had herpes, or was that the other way round?, complimented Maggie on her hair. In terms of resolutions he’d pretty much nailed it.

He floated above the bench, outside the Duck where the smoker’s huddled and listened to the police take statements. The forensic people began to do unpleasant things to his body. One said, ‘Looks like he’s been hit with a blunt object.’

Jason waved at the novelty ashtray. No one noticed. Maybe they couldn’t see him, but how could they miss it?

When would he be allowed to go? All this hanging about. Surely, he wasn’t going to have to witness what happened to his body? Or did you follow your own corpse until, what? Burial? Cremation? Oh God, what if they did an autopsy? No way could he watch that. Or the smell. Did he still have a sense of smell?

Policeman A began to talk to Naomi, she of the first blow. ‘Look on her cheek, plod,’ Jason screamed. ‘That’s my blood.’ Next to them, Harvey wiped his hands on the seat of his pants. ‘You’ll not hide it, sonny,’ Jason shouted, fruitlessly. Nope, they couldn’t hear either.

He floated higher. They’d get them eventually. But, honestly it was his own fault. Joining a bunch of smokers on the 2nd of January and boasting about all your own resolution successes when it was patently clear they had already failed in theirs. Justifiable homicide really, you smart arse. He dived at the remains of his beer, wondering if he could still taste it.

This is for Microcosms prompt today

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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14 Responses to The Danger of Resolutions #microcosms #microfiction

  1. pensitivity101 says:
    Jan 6, 2017 at 7:19 pm

    Thought for a minute they did him in because he lit up in a no smoking zone!

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  2. Erika Kind says:
    Jan 6, 2017 at 9:50 pm

    Haha…. yes, bad mistake… lol!!! Great one, Geoffle!!!

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  3. thecontentedcrafter says:
    Jan 7, 2017 at 2:07 am

    Based on fact then? This is such a good one Geoff 🙂

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  4. Teagan Geneviene says:
    Jan 7, 2017 at 1:48 pm

    Geoff… (shakes head) Only you could come up with this one. And it’s fabulous, by the way. I think in a past life, you may have collaborated with Dante. 😉 Mega hugs.

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  5. Let's CUT the Crap! says:
    Jan 7, 2017 at 10:09 pm

    Hahaha. Do you preach to smokers. OMG. How do you come up with these? I know. I know. That’s me thinking out loud and loving this. 😀 😛 😛

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  6. Let's CUT the Crap! says:
    Jan 7, 2017 at 10:10 pm

    There should be a NOT after Do. Do NOT preach. Yikes. My fingers are knotted up.

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  7. Sarah Brentyn says:
    Jan 10, 2017 at 12:19 am

    Justifiable homicide. Agreed. Hope he can still taste his beer. 🙂

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