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Rocky Prompts, Tennessee - 2. Prompt 774 - Proper Path

You spot this nice restaurant as you go home and decide to give it a shot. As you walk in the door the loud noise in the place becomes suddenly silent. You pause as you fear the place might be in the midst of a robbery. You notice everyone shooting glances at you and then toward the back of the place. Wondering what could be going on you follow their glances and find … yourself? Only your doppelganger seems completely different somehow. What happens when you meet?

Damn, I’m tired!

After a tiring week at the factory, I knew I needed to break the monotony. Work, take-out, home, pajamas, and bed. That was the routine and if it happened one more time, I thought my brain would explode.

The neon sign caught my attention, but I already passed it. Murr’s. It was the newest sports bar in town, and from what my coworkers have said, it was worth every penny. Jim couldn’t shut up about their cheese curds.

Let’s do it. I circled the block and turned into the bustling parking lot. Even from the cab, I could hear the bumping music. The place sounded more like a club than anything. Checking my wallet, there was just enough cash for my typical tip. I leave my beater, lock it, and head to the entrance. The moment I touched the door handle, the music stopped, along with my heart.

Swallowing my nerves, I continue forth. Still spotlights of blue, red, and green colored the walls. The televisions halted, as if the satellite suddenly lost signal. What the hell is going on?

What frightened me were the patrons. Every man, woman, and child’s eyes stared at me with furrowed brows. I turned and saw more irritated faces. No. They’re angry! The more I looked, the more I thought my soul was in peril.

“What—”

“Jeez! What the hell are you doing here?”

The voice sounded more angry than the customers. In search of the origin, I look towards the back of the crowd. Only one body was moving, and it was heading my way! “I, uh… excuse me?”

“You are so not excused!”

The man got closer, and my heart took another nosedive. His hair was different, and he didn’t have any glasses, but it was unmistakable. Sporting a thin chin-strap and mustache, the short man’s bulkier build and exquisite dress clothes came into vision. So did his scowl. “You are not supposed to be here! Why did you deviate?”

“You’re… you’re me!”

The doppelganger rolled his eyes before pinching the bridge of his nose.

His? Mine? Yeah, his.

After a hardy sigh, he holstered both hands on his hips, “Duh! You’re lucky I was paying attention. If I didn’t stop time, the TP would have sicced every one of these water sacks on you.”

“Whoa, TP? Toilet paper?”

My copy mumbled to himself, “Stupid humans… no, the Time Police! It’s an automatic detection program for unplanned time flaws. You were supposed to keep driving home, but for some stupid reason, you came here.”

It was my turn to scowl, “I wanted to sit down and have a nice dinner. I’m not supposed to do that?”

“You can, but it has to be planned. The next scheduled time for you to step foot in here isn’t for another year and a half! You had plans to come here after the initial hype died down. That’s what you do, Aaron! It’s what you’ve always done!”

I turned again to the death stares. They weren’t staring directly at me, but towards the door. They locked onto me when I touched the door. “So… if you weren’t here—”

My doppelganger crossed his arms, “They would have ripped you apart, limb from limb. The TP would’ve come, paused time, wiped your body from existence and everyone’s minds. You would’ve just vanished from the history of time.”

My breath caught. Unable to articulate my emotions, I pulled an empty chair and sat. Blinking several times, I looked to my obviously superior self, “Then who are you.”

“I’m your Time Guardian. Every human gets one, but not all of them are as productive as me. What we aren’t told in our education is when our human dies, we die.” He rolled his eyes once more, “So do me a favor and quit trying to be happier. It’ll get you killed.”

With an outstretched hand, my clone snapped his fingers.

***

Damn, I’m tired!

After a tiring week at the factory, I knew I needed to break the monotony. Work, take-out, home, pajamas, and bed. That was the routine and if it happened one more time, I thought my brain would explode.

The neon sign caught my attention, but I already passed it. Murr’s. It was the newest sports bar in town, and from what my coworkers have said, it was worth every penny. Jim couldn’t shut up about their cheese curds.

Maybe next time.

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2 minutes ago, Grumpy Bear said:

Loved it!  This reminded me of the time my brother and I were driving back to Ohio in mid-February after visiting our parents who had moved a few years earlier to the Florida Keys.  We left their house at 9:00 in the evening, and drive through the night.  By morning, we were in North Florida, and stopped at a Shoney's for their breakfast buffet.  When we walked in, the place was packed full of people all wearing NASCAR gear, but the whole restaurant was completely silent.  All those normally rowdy NASCAR fans sat still, nobody saying a word, as they all ate their breakfast in complete silence.

We hadn't yet been seated, and I turned to my brother, and said, maybe a bit too loud, "Whoa, who died?"

Immediately, a hundred heads whipped around to stare at me with fierce anger and pure hatred in their eyes.  We slowly backed out of the Shoney's and left, deciding to get breakfast at the Waffle House instead.

Getting back in my brother's car and turning on the radio, we caught the news.  It seemed that the day before was the Daytona 500, and during the final lap, Dale Earnhardt had hit the wall and died on impact.  I was lucky they didn't rip me apart!

Oh, jeez! If I was glared at like that, I would have turned and ran! 

Thanks for reading, Grumpy! Currently reading your newest chapter, but I just had to see your comment.

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This certainly is a different way of writing a story and these two chapters are the first two I think I have ever read.

You have used them to make really  imaginative short stories.

When teaching we always  tried to get the pupils to make their stories more imaginative by teaching them different words to be used in sentences firstly . then to be used in the story they were currently writing. It was a fun way of introducing new vocabulary and worked well.  I would have loved to try out this method of prompts with them.

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42 minutes ago, mansexlover said:

This certainly is a different way of writing a story and these two chapters are the first two I think I have ever read.

You have used them to make really  imaginative short stories.

When teaching we always  tried to get the pupils to make their stories more imaginative by teaching them different words to be used in sentences firstly . then to be used in the story they were currently writing. It was a fun way of introducing new vocabulary and worked well.  I would have loved to try out this method of prompts with them.

Prompts are so much fun! You never know when one will spark inspiration. I call them voluntary homework assignments to my coworkers. They really get my brain going when I hit a block. 

Glad you're enjoying yourself! :)

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