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Jack had done it again. He turned from the mirror and stood beside the office window to watch the setting sun. The light outside was dying, and so was he.
He wavered, and then flopped onto his executive chair. The ceiling fan slowly cut an arc through his vision, counting down the seconds. He brooded a moment before picking up the receiver. The earpiece touched his face with the familiarity of the porcelain seat, blaring a tone congruous to the heady buzzing that comes from bouts of drinking, drugs and vomit. He reached with his index finger and dialed from memory. The phone rang twice before answering, enough time for memories to flood his mind, a deluge of pain and regret.

“Poison Control Center.” A female answered with a thin electronic timbre. “What is your emergency?”

“I’ve OD’d again. It’s ludes, chased with absolute.”
“Vodka. You’d better send an ambulance.”

“Ok, I need name address, phone number.”

“Jack Humphrey. 1566 Terra Ct. 564-8945, local”

“An ambulance is on its way, Jack.”
“Thank you” Jack replied in a monotone. He should have hung up then, but he kept the line open. Silence followed. He braced his elbow on the desk. His eyes wanted to shut.
“It will get there in about fifteen minutes.” She continued suddenly, her voice more sharp and clear. “By that time, as you know, you’ll be dead and they won’t be able to resuscitate you.”
Jack nodded his head to concur. “What do I do now?”
“The same thing you always do. Lie on the floor, and close your eyes. It won’t be painful in the end, a little hard to breath but mostly just a dull numbness spreading throughout your body. A reflection of your life, wouldn’t you say?”
Jack nodded.
“When you wake up you’ll have taken the pills again, you’ll stare into the mirror again, and you’ll call poison control again.”
Jack nodded.
“Are you happy with your fate, Mr. Humphrey?”
“No.” Jack felt as if he was breaking protocol, but he asked anyway. “What if I don’t take the pills next time?”
“The time for making choices is over Mr. Humphrey. Only this and the memories that led to this moment remain. It’s all that you have.”
Jack stared at his desk lamp. It seemed to be getting dimmer. “It’s all I have…”
“Time to die again, Mr. Humphrey. This call is over. When you hang up you won’t remember this conversation.”
Jack hung up the phone, feeling sleepy and numb. He hunched over and then careened to the floor. Lying on his back, his breath shallow and hard, the numbness spreading over him, he creased his brow in concern.
"That ambulance had better hurry or I won’t be alive when they get here."
Jack closed his eyes.

* * *

Jack had done it again. He turned from the mirror and stood beside the office window to watch the setting sun. The light outside was dying, and so was he.

"I must create my own system, or be enslaved by another man's"-William Blake

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The following comments are for "“What you reap is what you sow”"
by Malthis

Jack Humphrey
This is a many directioned piece. So interesting that it was almost impossible to stope reading. Bravo!

( Posted by: ceyran gelior [Member] On: January 23, 2003 )

Loved the story.
The story was excellent.

( Posted by: Washer [Member] On: February 19, 2003 )

Excellent piece. Excellent conception. It could be made even better.

( Posted by: Seanspacey [Member] On: March 14, 2003 )

Good write...
A scary piece...too bad it is also a reality!

( Posted by: C.L. Mareydt [Member] On: April 18, 2003 )

I enjoy your simplicity. The whole plot was very forward and there were no questions to be asked. For a short write, you did an awesome job.

( Posted by: WestwoodGray [Member] On: September 9, 2006 )

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