Christian Coma:

Not today.
Nope.
Of course.
Fuck, it could not be more better.
It is Wednesday; Hump Day.
And you are alone.
Fun fucking tastic.
You slam the hood of your car. Piece of bologna!
With extra anger you kicked the tires.
It only hurt your toe.
"Bad words!"
You cradle the injured toe then looked right. Then left.
Nobody.
"Why am I being punished?" You look up to the sky.
A cloud floats over.
Sighing you admit defeat.
Pulling out a suitcase you prop it up and sit.
Some one has to come by; now to only wait.
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Two hours later, and all your water drunk you stand up and kick the suitcase.
"Ahh!' You yell stomping about. Dust was flying up from where you were stomping around.
Now you are just more thirstier.
Bending over you sigh.
You need to be smart about this, or you die.
Sliding on sunglasses over your eyes you rummage through your bag then find a floppy hat.
You wear that too.
Then your phone vibrated.
"What." You snap.
"You are unpleasant."
"I am out in the middle of no where with no phone! How am I suppose to feel CC? Think! Wait. Damn."
I kick my suitcase again.
"What is wrong?"
"Nothing."
I hang up the call.
Bending over to get my suitcase I hear honking loudly and a loud shout.
Standing up right I feel my body being shot a few feet.

Hello, all. 😃