I put my key in the lock. Here I go again.
Some day at work it was…fire. That word rang through my mind. Fire. Fix the camera on the burning building. Fix the camera on the burning man.
'I'm going to have to consider firing you, Mark'
The burning look on this man's face as he sees the shitty film of the burning building.
'What good is this footage to me?'
A flame ignites in me.
'This was supposed to be a report on the festival, not how the building behind it burned down!'
Collins would tell me to keep cool, although my flame continues to rise.
'Get out of my sight before I do fire you, Mark Cohen!'
Home. I put my key in the lock. Here I go again.
The door slides open to reveal a deserted apartment. The kitchen is a complete mess along with a note on the counter top:
'Pookie,
Had to rush out to an audition, would you mind cleaning up? The audition is on the other side of town, if it goes well and they give me a call back I'll be staying with Julie and Sandra for the night. Roger is leaving flowers for April and Collins and Benny are still working.
Love you lots
M xo'
As I begin cleaning up the mess made by my roommates I stumble across a pair of scissors. Those scissors. As I turn them in my fingers, I picture their blade brushing down April's wrist. I blame these scissors. For Roger for not being who he once was. For Maureen drifting away from the apartment. For Collins announcing he is moving away. I blame these scissors. For my work slipping, I blame these scissors. But what if…
What if these scissors could end what they started? I open them out and bring the blade close to my wrist.
'NO!!!'
I cry, and as quick as I can throw them at the window. Fuck, the guys are going to kill me. Fuck, it's cold. The flame within me rises again. The flame inside me keeps me warm.
I hear a key in the lock. The door slides open to reveal a distraught Maureen. As she runs over to me she burst into tears in my arms. Here I go again.