Post by MW on Jan 18, 2024 11:59:29 GMT -5
“Welcome to Happy Endings…”
“Please,” Welsh stops her. “I can’t hear that convoluted name again.”
The employee smiles, “Very well then. I think you’ll find everything you need. If not, just head on back down the path we came. We’re operating 24/7.”
“Or I could just call…”
“There are no phones here at Happy Endings…”
“Please!”
“Sorry sir, I forgot. There are no phones. No televisions. No internet. Completely detached from technology so you can rediscover your inner self.”
“What the hell is that?” Welsh points out a giant portrait of Billy Zane hanging above the primary bed.
“Oh, that’s Mr. Zane. This is his favorite room. Miss Gold suggested we put you in here since you two are so close.”
“And, umm, whose card is attached to this room?”
“Miss Gold is covering all expenses.”
“Great.”
“Well, unless you have any other questions, I’ll leave you alone so you can begin your journey of rediscovery here at Happy Endings…”
“I GET IT!”
“Right, sorry,” she winces, backing out of the room slowly. Once the door is shut she grumbles, “Fuckin prick.”
Alone in this simple, efficient room, Welsh feels an immediate need to fight. Turning, he looks at the Billy Zane portrait.
Welsh rests on the back porch overlooking a gorgeous forest with mountains in the background. A natural stream knifing through the spectacular view. His legs hang off the edge of his wooden porch, palms down behind him as he leans back, looking pretty fuckin relaxed.
Next to him is the warped, torn, demolished portrait of Billy Zane.
“Already feeling better.”
The mental silence is short lived. The elephant hourglass rests behind him, a constant reminder of his potential fate. His mind jumps from leaving pro wrestling and convincing Adi to run with him…then back to sticking it out, fulfilling his obligation, returning and reclaiming his spot as Team Leader for the Wit Trials.
Then there’s that dream. The foreboding promise that life, professionally and personally, would reach an end should he continue to pursue the TRIAD. Should he remain in the pro wrestling industry.
Frustration and anxiety rush back. And, unlike moments earlier, there is no more Billy Zane artwork to demolish.
But…there is an hourglass.
“Yea, fuck Gumbo.”
Welsh rolls over and gets to his feet, storming into his room. He grabs the hourglass and marches back out to the porch. “Nobody is gonna tell me what to do…especially not some dumbfuck elephant.”
He launches the hourglass as far as he can…it vanishes into some trees.
Welsh sighs and drops back down, relaxed once again.
“Hello?” a voice calls up to him.
“Uh, what?” He leans forward to find a woman looking up. “Can I help you?”
She smiles. Her face is incredibly familiar.
“Do I know you?”
“Not yet,” she laughs, “but I think we’re neighbors so I’m sure that’ll change.”
Welsh smiles.
“I think you dropped this, though,” she reveals the hourglass.
The flirtatious glee runs away as exasperation threatens to settle in. But, as he gazes down on the woman, he feels drawn toward her.
“I can bring it up, if you’d like?” she offers.
“Yea, sure, come on up!”
And, just like that, he invites her up to his room. He invites the hourglass back into his life.
As Matt Knox would say…life is a flat circle…full of twists and turns, so many surprises.
A knock at the door.
Welsh opens.
It’s his friendly neighbor. He invites her in.
“Please,” Welsh stops her. “I can’t hear that convoluted name again.”
The employee smiles, “Very well then. I think you’ll find everything you need. If not, just head on back down the path we came. We’re operating 24/7.”
“Or I could just call…”
“There are no phones here at Happy Endings…”
“Please!”
“Sorry sir, I forgot. There are no phones. No televisions. No internet. Completely detached from technology so you can rediscover your inner self.”
“What the hell is that?” Welsh points out a giant portrait of Billy Zane hanging above the primary bed.
“Oh, that’s Mr. Zane. This is his favorite room. Miss Gold suggested we put you in here since you two are so close.”
“And, umm, whose card is attached to this room?”
“Miss Gold is covering all expenses.”
“Great.”
“Well, unless you have any other questions, I’ll leave you alone so you can begin your journey of rediscovery here at Happy Endings…”
“I GET IT!”
“Right, sorry,” she winces, backing out of the room slowly. Once the door is shut she grumbles, “Fuckin prick.”
Alone in this simple, efficient room, Welsh feels an immediate need to fight. Turning, he looks at the Billy Zane portrait.
30 MINUTES LATER
Welsh rests on the back porch overlooking a gorgeous forest with mountains in the background. A natural stream knifing through the spectacular view. His legs hang off the edge of his wooden porch, palms down behind him as he leans back, looking pretty fuckin relaxed.
Next to him is the warped, torn, demolished portrait of Billy Zane.
“Already feeling better.”
The mental silence is short lived. The elephant hourglass rests behind him, a constant reminder of his potential fate. His mind jumps from leaving pro wrestling and convincing Adi to run with him…then back to sticking it out, fulfilling his obligation, returning and reclaiming his spot as Team Leader for the Wit Trials.
Then there’s that dream. The foreboding promise that life, professionally and personally, would reach an end should he continue to pursue the TRIAD. Should he remain in the pro wrestling industry.
Frustration and anxiety rush back. And, unlike moments earlier, there is no more Billy Zane artwork to demolish.
But…there is an hourglass.
“Yea, fuck Gumbo.”
Welsh rolls over and gets to his feet, storming into his room. He grabs the hourglass and marches back out to the porch. “Nobody is gonna tell me what to do…especially not some dumbfuck elephant.”
He launches the hourglass as far as he can…it vanishes into some trees.
Welsh sighs and drops back down, relaxed once again.
“Hello?” a voice calls up to him.
“Uh, what?” He leans forward to find a woman looking up. “Can I help you?”
She smiles. Her face is incredibly familiar.
“Do I know you?”
“Not yet,” she laughs, “but I think we’re neighbors so I’m sure that’ll change.”
Welsh smiles.
“I think you dropped this, though,” she reveals the hourglass.
The flirtatious glee runs away as exasperation threatens to settle in. But, as he gazes down on the woman, he feels drawn toward her.
“I can bring it up, if you’d like?” she offers.
“Yea, sure, come on up!”
And, just like that, he invites her up to his room. He invites the hourglass back into his life.
As Matt Knox would say…life is a flat circle…full of twists and turns, so many surprises.
A knock at the door.
Welsh opens.
It’s his friendly neighbor. He invites her in.