Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Brandon entertained only a few ideas, he was mostly distracted by the thought of his impending death. His selfish quest had left Melanie stranded in an undignified position and possibly at the mercy of the incoming frogs. The frogs, the frogs, were they real or just a hallucination excited by the chemical imbalances of a dying brain? In a brief moment of insanity (this is what he told himself) he visualised surfing in on a wave of frogs taking Melanie up into his arms and doing unspeakable things to her. Before he got too excited there was still the small issue of his heart attack to consider. He had once taken a first aide course for CPR. What use was that type of knowledge if you couldn't use it to save yourself? The Answer to The Question didn't matter all that much right now. He wheezed, he choked, he stood up and he started stumbling back to Westminster Boulevard, the frogs edging ever closer as he went.