Post Reply Of Burning Toast and Television
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I looked up.
The television had fallen out of the sky.

It had tumbled out of the azure bowl in slow motion and fast forwarded into splintering shrapnel.
The hot tarmac shimmered and the black plastic were worms struggling to survive in the sea. The glass shards bounced off the sticky road and tinkered into the air, writhing along with the worms. The smell of melting plastic and burning toast filled the air as I watched the creatures settle onto the tarmac.
Everywhere you go, at that exact same time in the afternoon, the smell of burning toast seems to sneak up and attack you. Impossible to explain and yet such a comforting sense of familiar reality that we had all come to accept. Some people had absorbed the acceptance of the smell so well, that it doesn’t seem to exist for them any longer. I was among those who are struck with a double dousing of burnt toast. The smell could sometimes become quite intense and overpowering with its attack, forcing me to breathe through my mouth.
Which was what I was doing now.
Hissing through my dry mouth, I stared up against the glare of the sun. Nothing. Just a stretch of empty blue crap.
I squinted. Nope. No stoned parachutist. No freak-of-nature giant eagle. Not even a burning cargo plane. I glared at the mess of plastic worms and tiny glass diamonds. It was hard to think that it was once man’s best friend. It was even harder to think that it came tumbling out of nowhere.
I looked around the empty desert plain. Everything shimmered and danced, hiding behind a thin strip of floating water. Deep in thought and slightly disconcerted, I crossed the road and stood at the edge, staring at the red sand-baked land that lay before me. I glanced to my left. The road snaked its way into the hungry heat wave. If this piece of land was popularized, I would have been staring at dozens of buildings dancing.
My body wept sweat, making my shirt hug my body like cling wrap. I raised my right hand and tentatively touched the humid air in front of me. It came in contact with something cool and hard. A tremor of shock swept through my body like a mini earthquake. I took a step back. My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I stared hard at the spot. All I could see was the jumping horizon and the red sands. I licked my lips nervously, tasting salt, and stepped forward again. I reached out and touched the trembling air. This time I kept my hand flat against the hard concrete-like strip of air. I coughed nervously and raised my left hand. I swept both my damp palms around in large circles, feeling the cool concrete but not actually seeing it.
How is this possible?
I pressed my feverish body against the invisible wall of concrete and pushed my face against it. It smelt like the stifling smog of an overcrowded city. It smelt of late night traffic and washed out cigarette butts. It smelt of home. My tongue slithered out and licked the wall. It tasted like soil and metal. Like a construction site. I slid down the long wall until the tips of my fingers bent into a corner. I prised myself off the concrete and ran my hands over a large doorway. It felt soft and spongy. Like wood. An astonished smile tugged at my lips as I found a metal door handle.
Taking a nervous breath, I pulled.
Bad idea.
A rush of icy wintry air screamed at me. The force of the wind wrenched my hand off the handle and slammed the door open. The sudden blast of air tore at my hair and clothes, instantly drying the sweat and killing any source of heat. I gasped at the chill and squinted against the gust. In front of me was a vague black smudge in the place of the door. It looked as if someone had run a finger covered in charcoal over a photo of the desert plain. I looked over my shoulder nervously. The shimmering road winked at me innocently. The mangled television writhed on the melting tarmac, squirming and struggling against the non-existing heat wave. Almost reluctantly, I turned back to the black smudge. I stood there, for God knows how long, just staring. Calculating. Contemplating. Another attack of icy gusts ripped at my hair. I glared at the smudge.
Alright, alright.
Sucking in deep breaths, I took a determined step forward. The tip of my sneaker disappeared into the smudge. An exulted and somewhat terrified squeak tore out of my mouth. I coughed and let out a nervous laugh. I stared hard at the black smudge. Finally, I managed to gather the tattered remainder of my wits, and leapt through.
A rush of splattering blackness and a feeling of being doused in ice water made me screw my eyes shut.
A long high pitched ringing shot through my head.
Then silence.
Burning toast.
My eyes flew open and someone switched off the mute.
Honking, yelling, singing, laughing, screaming, screeching, smashing, ringing, music.
A chaotic array of ingredients, blended into one heck of a head-spinning overdrive. An overdrive that eventually slowed down to a dizzying stop. I licked my lips nervously, tasting salt.
Slowly, I pivoted on one foot, the blood rushing out of my head as the world around me became more focused and sharper.
I was encircled by tall ugly structures that loomed over me, sneering. Suffocated by glinting bodies of savage killers that screamed at each other and spewed out filthy black smoke. I was being hunted by hundreds of corporate vultures, all spearing me with their useless jargon and plastic lives.
This bittersweet concoction of chaos threatened to push my sanity off balance.
Slowly, but surely, I was dying in the world of the living.
I have to get out of here!
I spun around, wild eyed. The black smudge was gone. In its place was a flight of stairs winding up into a huge, bloated concrete building. Breaths coming in ragged sobs, I stumbled up the stairs, tripping over my own feet. Scrambling up further and further towards the top of the building like a drowning man. I didn’t even notice the burning, tearing pain in my legs, or the lack of air I was sucking into my choking lungs. All that existed were the stairs. Those goddamn stairs. And so, I just kept climbing. Time flew by and the staircase wound up higher and higher, never-ending. Hours blurred into days. Days blurred into months. Months into years.
The darkness pushed down onto my shoulders like a crushing boulder. It had seeped through the pores of my skin like mud and tainted the pool of life that ran through my veins. It oozed into my hair, my eyes, ears, nostrils, and mouth. It was everywhere. There was no escaping it. No way out of this modern day hell. So I just kept climbing.
Finally, when the sun rose over the rich red soils of hell a thousand times; when a new world revolved on its new axis; when an ‘evolved’ race of fair haired humans ruled the earth, the stairs gave way to the soot covered roof.
For a few long hours, I just stood there on trembling legs. Wheezing, shaking, relieved.
Burning toast.
My head shot up.
Burning toast?
I limped over to the edge of the roof, stealing furtive glances up at the ashen sky every few seconds or so. I clutched at my aching ribs as I leant over the concrete edge. The smell of burning toast grew in power and intensity. I opened my mouth. All I could see was a deep crevasse of black smudge. To my left, as I had unconsciously expected, lay a sleek and intact television set.
I stood, bent over the edge, wheezing and laughing. As the sweat dried on my face and as my heart rate slowed down to a seventy-five, I straightened up and gazed down at the black smudge. I could make out a faint outline of a road. A road and a person.
And as if it was sending me some sort of signal, the ashen sky rumbled and spat poisonous gases at passing vultures, killing them instantly. I swallowed visibly and quickly lifted the television up onto the edge. It was light in my shaking hands. Almost like I was holding nothing at all.
Peering past the television I saw the person shuffle down the road, stumbling once or twice over his own feet. I blew upwards, my grip on the television tightening. My knuckles grew a pasty white as the smell of burning toast overwhelmed my senses, making me gag.
Alright, alright.
Saying a quick futile prayer, I heaved the television over the edge. I watched with wild eyes as it plummeted down the side of the grey washed building, rolling and tumbling. Pieces of black plastic ripped off the cover as it struck the concrete, leaving behind a fluttering shower of writhing worms.
As the television disappeared into the black smudge, a rush of white hot wind hammered into my face, stealing my breath and knocking me back. The darkness rose and swelled up like a stirring demon. My heart thudded painfully against my ribs as the darkness shifted and lifted a heavy eyelid. My mouth was dry and coarse, like the desert plain under my feet. The road creaked and groaned behind me, shuddering as the darkness reared its great head. Crumbling concrete and hissing blackness leapt and danced around me, calculating and contemplating as it stalked its prey. The shimmering horizon disappeared and the azure bowl, splattered with oil, growing like a breath-stealing tumor among a rush of screams and chest shaking growls. A whirlwind of chaotic ingredients ripped a scream from my throat, melting the tarmac which oozed over my sneakers, staining it soot black. The melting tarmac crumbled from under my feet as I scrabbled desperately at the shimmering air.
Screaming hoarsely as I fell-

Burning toast.

I looked up.
The television had fallen out of the sky.
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Posted 11/10/08
ew. o_o
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