Dvorah's Death

Dvorah walked out the door to her house. Not her house actually, her parents house. Sure, she's twenty odd years old and has no job and lives in the basement of her parents house, but... uh... yeah, there was supposed to be a brightside to that. Sorry.

Anyway... she walks out the door. She stands on the porch. She checks her pockets real quick and pulls out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes, while she does that she adjusts her overalls. There a bit to big and sag on her gangly frame. But not too big that they fall off. She lights one up before she heads out. As she walks on the sidewalk she is immediatly encountered by a small child who can't be more then ten years old.

"Salutations." The child said in a high pitched voice drenched in a british accent.

Dvorah took a quick drag and lifted an eyebrow. "Hello."

"You sick filthy wretched whore." The child continued to speak.

"Uh... and your mom too?" Dvorah was perplexed. "I'm perplexed."

"That joke is old. And no one is going to understand it. You are only entertaining yourself."

"Sorry, it's all I could think of at the time."

"Really? Well perhaps you should invest in a backspace button."

Dvorah hummed at the thought, "Perhaps... listen... I do not got time for this, ok? I'll go now. Ok? Thank you, good bye."

And with that the thickly british accented child of undetermined gender vanished as quickly as it appeared. Dvorah took another breath of smoked air and continued to walk. She really had no idea where to go. She quickly smelled the air and to her it had the smell of snow. She loved it. So cool, so crisp. Unfortunetly it's about all she liked about the weather. It was still cold and she began to shiver. Another quick intake of the cigarette. She breathed out her nose, the smoke tickling the hairs there. She almost had a nasal spasm... she has yet to get used to that sensation of smoke in the nose. But you can't really get used to something unless you do it a lot, right? Right.

By now she reached a cross walk. She didn't bother to look both ways, and there was no stop light there. Her eyes focused on the ground before her she completly ignored the stop sign. So when she got halfway through crossing the street she barely had time to notice the guy in the hummer stepping on his breaks and honking his horn as he nearly crashes into her. Startled, she jumps. The cigarette, she drops. Her head, she nearly lands on.

The man gets out of his vehicle and attends to Dvorah to see if she is hurt or not. "You all right there, girl? Damn, you were really out of it."

She pushes him aside. She's flat on her back, so she curls her legs to her chest and her hands pressed above her head, the she springs back on to her feet. "Ahhh... I've never felt better. Oh wait... crap... I'm dead."

"Excuse me?" The man said. He sees the half smoked cigarette on the floor and he instinctivley steps on it and squishes it underneath his jackboot.

He looks to Dvorah. "Yeah, see, I'm dead. That was my life."

And with that, she drops dead.

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Originally posted by Bruklor Nec is just dumb

I'm taking that as a compliment.