The JSW Challenge is open to anybody who wishes to participate. Using the writing prompt, write a flash fiction no longer than 500 words and post to your page. The Challenge starts on Monday and runs through Sunday each week. Please remember to link your story back to this post so everyone can read your entry.
Something bad things happen. Sometimes bad things are meant to happen. It’s nothing against the person you understand, just things happen to some people and not to others. I’m ‘Not Others,’ myself, but I’ve known a great deal of ‘Others’ in my life. Watched them drown in their own bad things. Or not. Just depends on the person. And I’ve known some ‘Others’ to fight so hard they become ‘Not Others.’
But why am I saying all this? Mostly to make talk, you know. Gets lonely here all by myself so I find myself talking to myself out loud more and more. Casual quips. Comments upon life. Discourses on silly subjects such as this one. Thought I guess I shouldn’t call it silly. Those ‘Others’ sure don’t think it is silly.
Have you ever known a person like that? Someone to whom everything bad which can happen, seems to happen? Maybe they are ‘good people,’ but that doesn’t seem to matter to the world at large. Breaks your heart sometimes, seeing them struggle. But you asked me if I ‘saw something bad happen and I could stop it, why wouldn’t I?’ Because I believe what is meant to be is meant to be, good, bad or indifferent. Them folks might have a hard yard to hoe, but they are stronger for it. Much stronger than us ‘Not Others.’
And sometimes folks just need to learn their own lessons.
Seems easy for me to say these things, being as I’m ‘not others,’ and it is. Doesn’t mean its not truth. I’ve come too far to be telling lies. No time for that any more.
So what would I say to the ‘Others?’ Suck it up and take it like a man. Everything comes to an end eventually, even the shit buckets life throws our way. Do you want to know how I know? Really know?
I used to be ‘Other,’ but now I’m not. Guess life got tired of throwing things my way with me dodging and ducking and powering through. So, you see, the shit isn’t inevitable. Which is how I came to be here, all alone. Used to be people here, but they are gone now.
“Mr. Green, it is time to take your medicine.”