Looking over the Thames river, he saw water rising to take it’s revenge. The pharmeucutical-induced lethargy ushered hallucinations. He rolled off the queen- sized mattress, shaking. Feeling dirty, shag carpet on his bare back, he peeked out a tiny window watching yellow-eyed zombies.
Their marching wasn’t the living dead normal. It was purposed; an army of single-minded killers of rebellion. He knew they’d come. It’s why he’d hid and drugged. The door shook.
“Turn down that Crash music, your sister’s sick too!”
He pressed stop.
“It’s The Clash, mom!”
He turned up another cup of medicine and left for London.
It’s a busy week and I’m finishing a book so I combined three prompts, Velvet Verbosity’s 100 word “Lethargy” http://www.velvetverbosity.com/ , Trifecta Writing’s “normal as noun” http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ , and Write On Edge’s 100 word sprint kinda sorta set in or to London http://writeonedge.com/2012/07/going-for-the-gold/
This is in my top five list of favorite songs of all-time. The Clash is my favorite band and they were at their peak with London Calling. I may or may not have duplicated this “scene” in my bedroom growing up. We’ll call it fiction to protect reputations and feelings. Some of you should relate to this 100.
Here’s the only band that mattered.