The actors stood all around him. Sean gestured for silence, and silent they were. Today they would be enacting the final scene, and strangely enough everyone was quite looking forward to it. David Miller was stood, hefting the weight of a prop sword in his hands.
“Looks almost real, this one!” he said, delightedly.
David grinned slyly towards Sean, who felt a deep sense of forboding as to what the outcome of the scene might be. After all…
“Waaaaaghh” screamed David Miller, running straight at Sean and swinging the sword violently
around his head
“Aaaargh” wailed Sean, as his head was chopped clean from his shoulders. As it rolled around on the
floor he could still see the world spinning around him. He always wondered if that happened. As his
head came to a rest he was forced to watch the remainder of his body slowly keel over in a lifeless
heap, spewing forth claret, everywhere. In his fading vision Claire loomed large above him, and
withdrew her boot with violent intent.
“Aaaargh” Sean’s head said. Then the thought. Oh, hang on…
Sean woke with a start, smacking his head on the underside of a very shiny robot. Claire loomed large
above him, and withdrew her boot with violent intent.
“Aaaargh” Sean said, as her boot ploughed sympathetically into his midriff. He nearly soiled himself again.
“Get up you lazy sod, have you any idea what time it is?” Claire ranted. “We’ve all come here to rehearse this hopeless play of yours, the least we can expect is to find you awake!”
Sean tried to rise from the floor and again clunked his head, this time on a sadly redundant box of spanners.
Rubbing his abused skull, he rose to face his nemesis… sorry, wife. Shaking and sweating all over.“Sean, are you OK?” she asked “You look very pale.”
“nnnngghh” said Sean, winded.
He wasn’t ready yet. Oh god he was going mad. The pressure…. the
pressure was getting to him… surely he couldn’t….
“I’m sorry” he forced out.
He saw the look of pity once again on Claire’s face. The nightmares… well at least they respected him enough to…. oh god….
“Don’t pity me..” Sean wailed.
“Get a move on.” Claire tenderly replied.
