Start and Finish
Written by: tylerbrainerd
It was definitely me. The sharp slope of the nose, sharp bright eyes, blond hair sandy as Pismo Beach. My hands folded in front of me, a gentle but sardonic smile tugged at my lips. It was me; I was sure of it, and so was I.
My eyes ran up and down my own flesh as I surveyed the form and figure. Neither of us had realized before how my figure looked in its entirety, and the swift appraisal made note of both the apparent strength and the intelligent look in the eyes, but weathered and layered with fat and wrinkles of age. Not quite old, not quite fat, not quite weak; but aged, flabby, and decayed enough for my eyes to see it and know my lack.
Of course, when I looked at me, I noted with sad, wistful lust the strength and beauty of youth. An ache went through my bones, remembering how it felt to feel as a greek god, sculpted and formed by the best science had to offer. I was beautiful and strong once, looking back at the weak old flesh I’d had before this, as it had looked at the one before.
It was my time, then, to give way and surrender to myself. My time was done, and now it was time for me to live.
My eyes ran up and down my own flesh as I surveyed the form and figure. Neither of us had realized before how my figure looked in its entirety, and the swift appraisal made note of both the apparent strength and the intelligent look in the eyes, but weathered and layered with fat and wrinkles of age. Not quite old, not quite fat, not quite weak; but aged, flabby, and decayed enough for my eyes to see it and know my lack.
Of course, when I looked at me, I noted with sad, wistful lust the strength and beauty of youth. An ache went through my bones, remembering how it felt to feel as a greek god, sculpted and formed by the best science had to offer. I was beautiful and strong once, looking back at the weak old flesh I’d had before this, as it had looked at the one before.
It was my time, then, to give way and surrender to myself. My time was done, and now it was time for me to live.
I took one step forward, grinning evilly, and I retreated back. Suddenly I didn’t feel quite so comfortable with what I’d done, and what I was about to do. But comfortable or not, I was already doing it. I held the knife, and with a slight, sarcastic bow, I killed the former me.
College Grad. Looking to get a Masters in Teaching. Likes to write, and likes to play around with gadgets. Blogs for omgubuntu.co.uk, writes at tjamesb.blogspot.com, among other things.
