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sides.
He could tell the swelling and tenderness in his right side would be there for several more days. He just hoped the effects were temporary. He doubted any permanent damage could have been done, but wasn’t entirely sure.
When his top half was dry, he slowly stepped out of the tub and onto the floor mat. He dried off the rest of the way and put his pajamas on. Then, being thirsty, he turned on the sink and took several gulps of water. He brushed his teeth next, not so much because he thought it was late, but because his mouth felt disgusting. He could feel a layer of plaque over his teeth as he ran his tongue through his mouth.
As he was brushing, he had the distinct feeling like there was something important about the mirror. As if his brain was trying to unlock the memory of something in his head. He stared at the mirror, opened the medicine cabinet, closed it again, but nothing seemed out of place and none of these steps jogged the important event back to the foreground of his memory.
He spit, and pat dried his wrinkled face once more. Then he examined himself in the mirror for any head injuries, but could find none. He found it strange to have apparently slipped in the tub, knocked himself cold, but come away with nothing more than water wrinkles, a sore side and a foggy memory.
He went to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed feeling exhausted, and sore, and disoriented. He was about to just lay there and sleep till morning, when he remembered that he had work to think about. He was a truck loader for the United Parcel Service, and the morning shift for that began at 2:45 A.M. He rolled over to set his alarm clock, but the clock read back ‘PF’ in big green letters signifying that the clock had recently lost power.
That’s gotta be what happened… He thought. There must have been a power outage and in the sudden darkness, he must have slipped in the tub and knocked himself out. The only missing piece was the lack of head injury. He expected that there would be a welt or something, but there was none.
He went to the front room to get his phone, it was dead.
“Stupid phone” He said aloud.
In the kitchen, he could see that the microwave clock was displaying a series of zeroes, his last hope was the battery powered wall clock that hung in the entry. When he reached it, his hope diminished. It too seemed, inoperable, the second hand would twitch, but not move anywhere signifying a dead battery. The clock was stopped on 6:25.
What kind of surge could affect battery powered devices he wondered.
The TV seemed to still be working which was a good thing because he couldn’t afford another.
The news was still on, so it couldn’t have been too long. He plugged in his phone and left it charging on the kitchen counter, then he set the microwave to heat his dinner for two minutes. His orange juice smelled sour, so he rinsed the glass and poured himself some more. Then he opened the microwave to get his dinner, but when the door came open, he could instantly smell that something wasn’t right with it either. The kitchen filled with a burn’t putrid smell and Richard was forced, gagging, to throw it out in the trash.
Maybe cereal is the best bet now, he thought, and poured himself a bowl of Flakes-O-Raisin, then sat down to watch the news. He listened as the anchor spoke more about the robbery and the man hunt. He figured if he listened long enough he could decipher how many minutes he had been unconscious or at least what time it was.
In the bottom right hand corner of the screen he noticed a small digital clock that showed 6:46. So he
He could tell the swelling and tenderness in his right side would be there for several more days. He just hoped the effects were temporary. He doubted any permanent damage could have been done, but wasn’t entirely sure.
When his top half was dry, he slowly stepped out of the tub and onto the floor mat. He dried off the rest of the way and put his pajamas on. Then, being thirsty, he turned on the sink and took several gulps of water. He brushed his teeth next, not so much because he thought it was late, but because his mouth felt disgusting. He could feel a layer of plaque over his teeth as he ran his tongue through his mouth.
As he was brushing, he had the distinct feeling like there was something important about the mirror. As if his brain was trying to unlock the memory of something in his head. He stared at the mirror, opened the medicine cabinet, closed it again, but nothing seemed out of place and none of these steps jogged the important event back to the foreground of his memory.
He spit, and pat dried his wrinkled face once more. Then he examined himself in the mirror for any head injuries, but could find none. He found it strange to have apparently slipped in the tub, knocked himself cold, but come away with nothing more than water wrinkles, a sore side and a foggy memory.
He went to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed feeling exhausted, and sore, and disoriented. He was about to just lay there and sleep till morning, when he remembered that he had work to think about. He was a truck loader for the United Parcel Service, and the morning shift for that began at 2:45 A.M. He rolled over to set his alarm clock, but the clock read back ‘PF’ in big green letters signifying that the clock had recently lost power.
That’s gotta be what happened… He thought. There must have been a power outage and in the sudden darkness, he must have slipped in the tub and knocked himself out. The only missing piece was the lack of head injury. He expected that there would be a welt or something, but there was none.
He went to the front room to get his phone, it was dead.
“Stupid phone” He said aloud.
In the kitchen, he could see that the microwave clock was displaying a series of zeroes, his last hope was the battery powered wall clock that hung in the entry. When he reached it, his hope diminished. It too seemed, inoperable, the second hand would twitch, but not move anywhere signifying a dead battery. The clock was stopped on 6:25.
What kind of surge could affect battery powered devices he wondered.
The TV seemed to still be working which was a good thing because he couldn’t afford another.
The news was still on, so it couldn’t have been too long. He plugged in his phone and left it charging on the kitchen counter, then he set the microwave to heat his dinner for two minutes. His orange juice smelled sour, so he rinsed the glass and poured himself some more. Then he opened the microwave to get his dinner, but when the door came open, he could instantly smell that something wasn’t right with it either. The kitchen filled with a burn’t putrid smell and Richard was forced, gagging, to throw it out in the trash.
Maybe cereal is the best bet now, he thought, and poured himself a bowl of Flakes-O-Raisin, then sat down to watch the news. He listened as the anchor spoke more about the robbery and the man hunt. He figured if he listened long enough he could decipher how many minutes he had been unconscious or at least what time it was.
In the bottom right hand corner of the screen he noticed a small digital clock that showed 6:46. So he
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