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Rick woke up, checked his messages, and found out that he had only one. It was not a particularly long message. It informed him that he was now single. It also informed him that he was a self-absorbed jerk, but Rick had been told this before, so it seemed less immediately relevant.

Rick swore and came close to throwing his phone across the room. At the last second he remembered that his (now ex) girlfriend had often complained about his temper, and he didn't feel like validating that particular grievance. Plus, it was a new phone. As one might have guessed, the old phone had stopped working after being hurled into a wall.

Instead, he decided to call her and argue. When he made the attempt, however, he was met instead with an automated message that told him that due to unusually high call volume all lines were currently busy, and to try again later.

Once again, the phone narrowly escaped the fate of its predecessor.

Rick decided to go get some coffee from his favorite coffee shop to cheer himself up. He went outside to his car and discovered that his driveway was completely blocked by an ambulance and a couple of police cars.

More swearing.

The coffee shop wasn't really that far, so Rick decided to walk. The streets seemed to be jammed full of unmoving cars anyway, so it would probably be quicker. Even the sidewalks seemed busier than usual, and a lot of people seemed to be in an awful rush.

Rick arrived at his favorite coffee shop to discover that it and several adjacent buildings were on fire. Firemen were working desperately to keep the blaze from spreading any further. He tried to ask someone what had happened, but found that they couldn't hear him over the sirens and the wails of a woman who was sitting nearby on the sidewalk clutching an album of photographs and weeping uncontrollably.

Rick cursed some more and decided to look elsewhere for coffee.

He found a place that seemed to be open, but the line was ridiculous. He tried another place and found that it was empty. All of the windows were smashed and the front door was hanging open.

"What the hell is wrong with everyone today?" Rick said. "I just want some damned coffee!"

In the end, Rick fought the press of the crowd and made his way back home. Maybe he had some instant coffee or something.

Indeed, Rick did have some instant coffee, but he was only partway through the process of preparing it when the power went out. Rick cursed some more, loudly enough that he missed the echoes of distant explosions.

He tried to call the electric company to report the power outage, and got the same automated message about call volume. Then even that cut out and was replaced by static and then by silence. Sadly, Rick's phone did not survive this latest development.

Rick headed back outside to try once again for someone else to prepare his coffee, and was almost immediately accosted by someone in a military uniform.

"Sir, you need to evacuate this area immediately!" the man shouted at him. Rick was going to ask why when his attention was diverted by the sound of a nearby explosion, followed quickly by the sight of a tank flying end over end through the air over his neighbor's house. The tank landed on Rick's car. His swearing reached new heights of length and volume.

The soldier left Rick standing on his doorstep and headed in the direction of the explosion. Rick vaguely became aware of the sound of screams and gunfire, and a weirdly metallic roar. A sudden gust of wind blew gritty smoke into his face, and he sneezed. The air smelled like burning meat.

"I'm having the worst day ever," Rick complained.

He was, as you've no doubt already noticed, mistaken.

Date: 2015-08-10 10:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluegerl.livejournal.com
ERM???? Maybe not the worst day in all the world, but one of his own... maybe he should have thort MY worst day ever. I don't think I could have stood more than that.... tho perhaps - thinking back - maybe I did.

Poor Rick. He'll grow up and learn to manage!!! (tho if I were him I'd move out of that area!!)

Date: 2015-08-10 07:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hwango.livejournal.com
Yeah, I realize this isn't really my best work. I had planned to write something Saturday night, but I was soooooo tired that I had to put it off until Sunday...which then due to something else going awry meant writing it quicky in the 45 minutes before the deadline. = P The general idea here was to write about someone who was so self-absorbed that they would complain about the trivial things going wrong in their day as the world basically ends around them and everyone else is infinitely worse off.

Date: 2015-08-11 08:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluegerl.livejournal.com
Sounds just like my ex-husband...... TOTALLY self-absorbed. NOTHING else existed but him. Oh yessss... chortles...oh this is HIM indeed.

For a quicky 45 mins... it was super.

I'm not doing any... reading the prompt for this week... my head has enough to cope with, without picking out some sense out of all that woffle. I much prefer a word. ANY word. ONE single WORD.... not a whole sodding lecture that I don't understand and have no wish to do so.

Anyway.. am too busy doing my EPIC... MY STRUGGLE TO COPE Auto-Biography... which dammit, has reached novel proportions already I think, and I'm only up to my mid-thirties!!! (fifty years more to go! hahahahahaha)
Edited Date: 2015-08-11 08:52 am (UTC)

Date: 2015-08-12 09:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hwango.livejournal.com
Your autobiography will truly be an EPIC SAGA.

This week's prompt...my brain is not really coming up with a lot so far. Week One's seems like it was easier to generalize. Much narrower focus this time. = P

Date: 2015-08-12 03:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bluegerl.livejournal.com
Heheheh It won't be quite as 'juicy' and elevating (?) as Game of Thrones et al.... nearly as long tho. EPIC SAGA haha... sort of Odysseus, The Iliad all in one.. with some War and Peace..

Can't even get my head round this week's prompt. Tis too hot and I've too many good books to read... Like forty one now... got down from 58!!!

Keep attacking the Muse with your folded or opened Brolly.... XXXXXX

Date: 2015-08-11 10:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jlly-coppercorn.livejournal.com
Maybe he should have stayed in bed. :)

Date: 2015-08-12 09:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hwango.livejournal.com
That's the moral of the story - "Just don't get out of bed, the world is probably being overrun by aliens anyway."

Date: 2015-08-12 01:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jlly-coppercorn.livejournal.com
AND there won't be coffee.

Date: 2015-08-12 08:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hwango.livejournal.com
Pfft, then the aliens can have the place, right?

Date: 2015-08-12 11:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darlinleo.livejournal.com
I think maybe Rick is a Leo ;)

No complaints about this story whatsoever! You brought the character's inflated sense of self to the forefront in the best way -- how he's just "vaguely aware" of the world coming to an end. If he were to have managed a cup of coffee that morning, he probably wouldn't have cared about his car being smashed by a tank.

Nice going with creating a completely new story with the prompt!

Date: 2015-08-12 09:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hwango.livejournal.com
Thanks!

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