From: puck The Time Disclaimer: Even though there are no names mentioned I don't own (Jessie?) or easter Island I just thought it was a neat short story. Class: It's not angst but I classify it such because sombody........... Archivers: ASk first please..... There is never enough time. Right now, I am sitting at my windowsill, waiting for God to give me a sign. I have been diagnosed with lukimia(sp) and have a maximum of four weeks to live. My doctor said that if there was anything I wanted to do, I should do it now. That's why I'm sitting here. Trying to figure out what to do. My high school students know that I am going to die, they said that they felt sorry for me. I told them never to feel sorry for anyone because that weakens the spirit. This morning I set my parrots, Harry and Cloe, free. It was a small thing to do, but what would they do if suddenly, They woke up and I wasn't there? They wouldn't get fed, that's what. I told myself today that I should be crying, but, there is also something telling me that right now should be the best days of my life. Suddenly, I look up and see a cloud in the shape of a dragon, I interpret this as a sign. I put on my best dress, walk down all four flights of stairs in my apartment building, climb on my Harley and ride down to the airport with only some cash and my checkbook, and a few credit cards. I board the plane for Easter Island and wait for the stewardess to come by with her little cart full of Champagne and peanuts. I take a glass of orange juice and some cashews. The attendant asks me if I want to see a movie. I am bold so I ask her for a porno flick, which she secretly pulls forth from her jacket pocket and makes me swear I will tell no one, which I do before putting the earphones on and securing the tiny screen to my chair. I hardly pay attention to all the moaning and groaning and the cries of fake passion that are spilling from the headset. My mind is busy thinking about all the nice clothes I'll spend my last days in. It will be okay to go over the limit on my credit card, I wont be here to pay it off. I put the movie screen away and the stewardess slips me a five for not telling and I slip her a twenty for letting me see it. I walk down to the car lot and drive away in a Mustang convertible. Purple of course. I buy a larger that anything tent with supplies from a local store and a weeks worth of clothing. I also purchase a stereo with about four cds and a car battery to hook it up to. I drive down to where the head statues are and pitch my tent, and set up a small apartment building of my own. I build a fire and cook some bacon and eggs. I have decided that my last days will be spent on a secluded island with nature. I feel the end of my life is no more than an hour away. I write a will in ink and leave my home to my mother, who lives in Pasadena and loves me dearly. I leave everything else to my students. The Harley goes to John, he is forever wanting to tinker with it and is always wanting to ride it. I also write this story and I put this will and letter to whoever finds it in the tent on the pillow and I strip my clothes off. I was going to exit my life the same way I entered. I walk into the foam without looking back. It has been four years since I ended my life. I am an angel now, drifting on the edge of tomorrow, floating towards oblivion, on a dragon-shaped cloud. "The Puck is many thing but is never a liar" - Puck "I like these mortals they have a sense of humor!" -- Also Puck ___________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com/getjuno.html or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Is ONElist important to you? Has it changed your life? http://www.onelist.com Come visit our new web site and share with us your stories