28 April 2012
The nameless man takes out his phone as he heads home from work. His aimless fingers scroll side to side uncovering any news that may be trying to hide on the many sliding screens. His face seems to enlighten as he discovers a little red numbered light on an app he’d downloaded recently.
He clicks and is immediately entranced. He flicks his finger as he reads and his legs advance on auto pilot. Faster and faster his reading pace gathers as he obliviously speeds through gathered crowds. Past him and past her, shoulder knocks shoulder and he continues to hold out this apparent remote controller. He swipes through pages, passersby raging at his apparent unconcern for creed or age, hurtling towards his early urn.
Before he can cry out in pain his body lies out on the road, an audience of cars skidding out of their lanes. The blood starts to stain as concerned onlookers look on concerned, heads turned, clouds spill tears of rain.
The fearful crowd spits out a helpful man who crouches down and checks for a heartbeat. He turns around and shakes his head, no pulse found but instead he reaches out to grab the phone, shattered like the poor man’s broken bones. Through jagged cracks the doctor just about makes out the Opuss app open as the backlight slowly fades to black.
@Smokey91 sits and types his next big hit. His mind wonders and wanders into his own worlds to please his followers, the boys, the girls, unaware of the big hit his thrilling fiction had caused a simple admirer. Higher and higher his ego rises as his fan base gains in size and tumultuous ‘likes’ come forth as little surprise. He searches for the user almost always choosing to like even the most confusing post, who, unbeknownst to this simple writer, now walks with all the other ghosts. The bright bulb appears above his head and this small sadness has fled, so he grabs the light and uses it to write instead, never knowing that his greatest fan is dead, simply from the words he read.
Death by Opuss • Opuss № I