Alarms
BRINK!
BRINK!
BRINK!
That was the sound that Kenny Jenson hated to hear every morning. He knew what it was perfectly well; it was the same thing that woke him up every morning to take him to the job he hated. He rolled over and his pudgy fingers found the snooze button, shutting the infernal machine down, giving him ten more blissful minutes.
BRINK!
BRINK!
BRINK!
The snooze button went down again.
BRINK!
BRINK!
BRINK!
The fat fingers forced the snooze button down again.
Ten seconds later:
BRINK!
BRINK!
BRINK!
Kenny sat up in bed; he’d pushed the button, hadn’t he? Reaching over to the black box of pure evil he hit the snooze again.
BRINNNNNNK!
BRINNNNNNK!
BRINNNNNNK!
Recoiling from the noise–it had never been this loud before–Kenny reached for the switch to just shut the damn thing off. It clicked into the off position just like it had done every morning of its existence. Kenny waited…
BRINNNNNNK!
BRINNNNNNK!
BRINNNNNNK!
Covering his ears from the increased volume, Kenny reached behind his bed for the clock’s power cord. A blue spark appeared when the cord was ripped from the wall socket. Looking back with a smile Kenny expected to see a blank display. His heart, that had to circulate blood around his eighty pounds of fat, just about exploded when he looked back. The numbers were there, brighter than ever before, and before Kenny’s eyes the numbers started to increase in speed.
27
28
29
30
BBRRIINNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!
BBRRIINNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!
BBRRIINNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!
The noise felt like grenades going off in Kenny’s head. Rolling out of bed he went for his door. The handle felt like it was made out of ice. The handle didn’t move. Kenny shifted his weight down on the handle. Even with all of his 320 pounds on it the handle wouldn’t turn an inch.
BBRRIINNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!
BBRRIINNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!
BBRRIINNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!
Catching his breath, Kenny felt his ears start to bleed. Blood staining his white T-shirt, Kenny started to kick at his bedroom door. Like it was made of steel, the door didn’t even get a scratch. Sweat pouring down his face, Kenny ran over to the clock. He raised his meaty arm.
BBBRRRIIINNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKK!
Being that close to the box sent Kenny staggering back a few feet with a deafening ringing in his ears. He collapsed to the floor. Lying on the ground Kenny looked up at the clock. An illuminated red smile showed across the clock’s screen. The smile vanished and 12:00 appeared. Kenny closed his eyes and covered his ears.
BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKK!!
BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
BBBBBRRRRRIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
Dave Excellent, for the limited use of words used it held my interest once again, as did “Her Fingernails are Razor Blades.” Great idea for the story line. Keep up the good work. ckn
Comment by henry — February 26, 2007 @ 2:43 pm