Okay I just wrote this and for some reason I’m sharing it with everyone I can think of so I figured I’d share it with all you guys as well. It was inspired by a sig I saw around here so I figured why the hell not? So here goes…
[sub]A beeping fills the silent room stealing into Clarice’s dream and driving it away. With a groan she leans over and reaching out from her warm nest of blankets hits the button to turn the alarm off. For a moment she lays there her mind grasping for the elusive memory of her dream which leaves only the sense that she’s dreamt it before and that it was a very uncomfortable place. Sighing she lets the remnants go and wonders why she set her alarm today. It was a Saturday and she didn’t have to be at work or anywhere equally important. The blankness lasted only a moment before she remembers why. Today is Valentine’s and Jeff, her long-time boyfriend is going to take her out. She half expected he was going to propose the way he acted around her.
“Dress your best Clarice. We’ll paint the town red that night.” “Red? Won’t it be red enough from all the decorations?” Clarice replied teasingly. “Then it will be even redder when we’re through.” Jeff had replied seriously before kissing her. That had been the last full sentences they spoke to each other that night and Jeff had left for home, then work before she woke up again having been very tired.
A self-satisfied smile crosses Clarice’s lips at the memory as she slips from her bed. That night had been wonderful and she expects tonight to be even more wonderful. She glances around her room making sure everything is in order for tonight before she heads for the kitchen. She has a few errands to run before she will start to get ready and right now she can hear Sim, her tabby, yowling for food. “Be patient Sim. You’ll be fed in a minute.” Moving into the kitchen she grabs a can of the moist food and opens it with the can opener. When the motor starts up Sim quiets down and winds his way around her ankles. Dumping the food into his bowl he starts to scarf the food down and Clarice smiles indulgently. Sometimes she thinks cat’s can be so demanding and she doesn’t really plan on having kids because she doesn’t think she could handle that. Thankfully Jeff agrees with her views.
As Sim eats Clarice leans over and rubs her hand along Sim’s back enjoying the smoothness of his fur beneath her fingers. All of a sudden the world seems to shiver and tilt on its axis and she finds herself laying on the floor. Before everything goes black she wonders if an earthquake hit but Sim continues to eat before her eyes not reacting to anything and she recalls that Alberta never has earthquakes…
With a loud crash the jar tumbles to the floor. The broken glass and its contents scatter across the clean tiles and Steve winces when the viscous fluid splatters his legs and shoes. "What was that?!" Footsteps approach from the other side of the room and Steve's boss David comes around the corner of the shelves. Spotting the mess he shakes his head. "Steve I *told* you to be careful with these jars. They're important and very sensitive." Steve looks down at his shoes and half mumbles. "Yes boss." David shakes his head again. "Go call the janitor to clean up this mess. This one is a write off now." Bending over David picks up the brain from where it landed after the jar broke and carries it to the lab. He can probably dissect it to see if there are any differences though he would have prefered to have done it after the tests. As David takes the brain away Steve goes to find the janitor to clean up.[/sub]