Random PrologueA Story by JessiePrologue You knock on the door. I answer, smiling. This surprises you, but in reality, you didn’t exactly know what to expect. I ask you to come in and have a seat. This, of course, was not in the job description. But seeing as the task which you’ve come to do is not a pleasant one… You agree and make yourself quite comfortable on the dirty couch. The couch also surprises you, to an extent. You know that I have enough money for a luxurious apartment, filled with top-of-the-market furniture and endless bliss… But I did not take it. You make a mental note to ask later. I offer you a drink. To this, you are extremely hesitant. I tell you it’s top brand alcohol, but you are still hesitant. “Come on, it’s the end of the world.” I say, pouring myself a tall glass. “Live it up.” You sigh, and accept my offer. It was as I said, the wine was beyond satisfactory. You set your glass down, feeling slightly guilty. I drain my glass as you try to bring the conversation back to the procedure. “I hope,” I say, pouring another, “That you will let me tell my story before we do it. You see, if I don’t tell you, then no one will ever hear it.” I take another sip. You sigh, again… For you, it’s just another procedure. But you see my side. “All right.” You say, glancing at your watch. Outside of the window, a building has caught fire. You watch it, heart heavy. There will be no one to put it out. You hope that the people inside make it out alive. Or die quickly. You add, inwardly. “Well, where to begin…” I say, glancing at the building. It’s a regular occurrence this far into town. “I know,” I smile, catching your attention. “We’ll start with the day I lost my arm…”
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