Prompt Post No. 15

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FILL: 5b/?

[anonymous]

It shouldn’t have happened. Yes, taking into account the laws of probability, if a man walks the same route to work, at the same time, every day, eventually, one day, something will happen that will interrupt this routine. But these things don’t happen to Arthur. The routine is sacred. It keeps him sane. And so when he is crossing the street at the light, the bank in front of him, sun in his eyes, at the same time he does every day, and Mr. Henderson’s brand new Cadillac 61 barrels through the red light and collides with his body, his first inane thought is,

“Wait, this isn’t part of the routine.” And then everything becomes a kaleidoscope of sensation. He hears someone screaming his name (that’s Ariadne), hears the murmur and roar of a crowd, hears the slick slide of the car coming to a stop somewhere beyond his body. Bright color blinks and flashes behind his eyelids, and when he opens them, the sun is still in his eyes. When he moves his head to the shade, he catches a glimpse of his left leg twisted bizarrely like a broken doll’s, too close to his face. His second inane thought is,

“I’ll never run track again.”

And then,

“There’s blood on my pants.”

And then,

“Eames will be so mad.” Though this last thought is not so inane. And with Eames, Eames, Eames, on his mind, the world greys, and then fades to black.