Contents of the Dead Mans Pockets
Contents of the Dead Man’s Pockets
He was standing on the ledge and was frozen, not knowing what to do. He was thinking, thinking about falling. He stood there frightened. His mind was in a whirl, thinking about what he would lose if he fell; his wife, the family that he could have, his life, his friends, his wonderful job, he would lose all of it. Then he thought about falling. Would it be so bad? His adrenaline went up as he thought about this. Tom’s mind went off again thinking about leaving this world, the life he would leave. His mind pushed everything he loved away and just thought about falling, falling, falling. The wind in his face, the weird feeling in his stomach that he loved, and the anticipation of hitting the ground. He started to sway which brought him back to focus, but that didn’t keep his mind from wandering off.
A couple seconds later, he heard a noise from above. It sounded like a person. It was! It was his neighbor, Carl. Carl had always wanted him dead, from the moment he moved in. They’d had a rough start.
When he was moving in, Carl ran into him and knocked over his very valuable, antique china he had and broken it all. Tom sued Carl for it because he wouldn’t pay for it, but Tom lost. Not long after the trial, Carl spray painted on his door. Then, Tom had to pay for a new door, which cost heaps of money. They’ve had more interactions that weren 't the best either.
Clink, clink, clink. The sound of a metal pole hitting brick. Carl saw Tom and thought he would terrorize Tom with his metal pole from the construction sight. Tom looked up and saw the metal pole. “You repulsive rat! What are you doing on the ledge?” Carl bellowed.
Tom said sarcastically, “Just hanging out.”
The smell of smoke wafted out of Carl’s window down to Tom. “I think your dinner is burning.” Tom hollered. Carl turned around quickly and dropped the metallic pole. The pole, coming down incredibly fast, missed him by one fourth of an inch. Tom yelped and
He was standing on the ledge and was frozen, not knowing what to do. He was thinking, thinking about falling. He stood there frightened. His mind was in a whirl, thinking about what he would lose if he fell; his wife, the family that he could have, his life, his friends, his wonderful job, he would lose all of it. Then he thought about falling. Would it be so bad? His adrenaline went up as he thought about this. Tom’s mind went off again thinking about leaving this world, the life he would leave. His mind pushed everything he loved away and just thought about falling, falling, falling. The wind in his face, the weird feeling in his stomach that he loved, and the anticipation of hitting the ground. He started to sway which brought him back to focus, but that didn’t keep his mind from wandering off.
A couple seconds later, he heard a noise from above. It sounded like a person. It was! It was his neighbor, Carl. Carl had always wanted him dead, from the moment he moved in. They’d had a rough start.
When he was moving in, Carl ran into him and knocked over his very valuable, antique china he had and broken it all. Tom sued Carl for it because he wouldn’t pay for it, but Tom lost. Not long after the trial, Carl spray painted on his door. Then, Tom had to pay for a new door, which cost heaps of money. They’ve had more interactions that weren 't the best either.
Clink, clink, clink. The sound of a metal pole hitting brick. Carl saw Tom and thought he would terrorize Tom with his metal pole from the construction sight. Tom looked up and saw the metal pole. “You repulsive rat! What are you doing on the ledge?” Carl bellowed.
Tom said sarcastically, “Just hanging out.”
The smell of smoke wafted out of Carl’s window down to Tom. “I think your dinner is burning.” Tom hollered. Carl turned around quickly and dropped the metallic pole. The pole, coming down incredibly fast, missed him by one fourth of an inch. Tom yelped and