I was stuck between the devil and a hard place. I was trapped in the gents. Toilet of all places. I would be heart broken if I heard that I died in a public toilet.
It would make a very sickening shit story. People would be unable to talk about my untimely demise without mentioning toilet generously.
The obituary could even make people retch and throw up. It could read, "We regret to announce the death of our brother and son who died while fighting in a toilet." TOILET! Ughhhhh!
Tears stung my eyes as I wondered how such a case would be handled before the thrown of judgment. "Go to hell", the angel in charge could summarily send me to hell. I could see myself begging him to stay execution and here me out first.
Even the stupid voice that spoke up from within was speechless for once. I was doomed. I would not wish this kind of death on anybody. No one deserved to die in a public toilet.
I prayed that some kind of rescue team would burst into the gents, swat style, to save me last minute. I must have prayed amiss. Nothing happened. I also prayed in my heart that one of the toilets would be flushed and some giant would emerge and rain on this unforgiving gospel murderer's parade.
I must have been seeing a lot of movies and must have tried to superimpose my fantasy on my hard deathly reality. His next move was so swift I had not seen him coming. Until it was too late. Too late to save my head from the beast charging at me. I I had been lost in my reverie.
Then I heard him scream as a patch of wet floor swept him off his feet. I did not waste a second to find out the degree of injury or the lack of it. I walked around him, careful not to slip and fall next to the "sleeping giant". Half tiptoeing and half running.
I was almost at the door when I heard him grunt and I felt his hand wrap around my left feet. I was struggling to free my leg and screaming for help when I woke up in a pool of my own sweat.
My bed looked like a war was fought on it. The whole of my body was on the floor but for my left leg which was still on the bed, tangled up by my bed spread. All of my four pillows thrown around the room like shrapnel from a bomb.
My door burst open and lights flooded my room.......
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