|What if I am a Character? - UNFINISHED SHORT STORY
Author: TheMorpher1995 PM
This is inspired by a lot of post-modern literature, particularly Jasper Fforde. It's an attempt at metafiction, with solid helpings of existentialism and pretentiousness. There is a lot of pretentiousness. The 'unfinished' part of the title is part of the 'meta'Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 493 - Published: 01-08-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3090482
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What if I am a character? He mused. That's all he was aware of. Thinking that thought. 'What if I am a character?'
He was totally unaware of the area surrounding him, which was a park, on a warm summer's day. Dogs played, and children laughed, as a cool summer's breeze wafted through the air, rustling the tree leaves as it passed through.
Just like that, he knew where he was. He was in a park, on a warm summer's day. Dogs played, and children laughed, as a cool summer's breeze wafted through the air, rustling the tree leaves as it passed through.
And just like that, it was gone again.
And just like that, he was unaware of where he was.
Now he was home. Sat at his desk. He was working. Working on... something.
It was most likely something to do with the case he was working on, as a lawyer for Ms. Suzy.
He closed his eyes.
He opened his eyes again, suddenly.
What was his name? Jim thought.
That's right. It's Jim.
I'm Jim. I'm in my apartment. I am a lawyer. I am working on a case for Ms. Suzy.
What does my apartment look like? He pondered as he sat his penthouse suite, a wall knocked out and replaced with a massive window, overlooking the urban nightmare of New York. A couch lay just behind him, facing his wall-mounted TV. It was a HD TV. His bed was just behind him. He was sat at his desk, which sat on the opposite end of the room from his bed. The room he was currently in.
Jim smiled. Of course. He thought. That's what my apartment looks like.
He set to work. It was a sexual harassment suit. Suzy was working for Mr. Tucker, the owner of a local restaurant. She reported that he had grabbed her ass multiple times, when they were alone, and pleaded her for sex.
The phone rang.
Who could be calling me at this hour? Jim thought.
Then he thought again. Who could be calling me?
I don't know anyone. No family, no friends, no colleagues. The only person I know is Ms. Suzy, and Mr. Tucker.
Then he turned to the photo of his mother he keeps next to him. She had grey hair now, though it used to shine bright black. He smiled, and swivelled his chair around, passing by his bedside table, which had a picture of his whole family. Three brothers, his dad, his mum, two sisters. Next to that, was a photo of his girlfriend, Britney.
Of course. He thought. Britney, how could I forget Britney?
A few photos of him, hanging around with his friends sat around it. In all of them, they were grinning like stupid dogs.
He picked up the phone.
Hello? He said.
There was no answer.
It was odd.