The Bad Week

Photo by: Al Forbes

Photo by: Al Forbes

It had been a good week at work in Arnold’s estimation. He stepped outside the office and paused to breathe in the cool air.

Nearly two miles away, a fellow mishandled his new gun and it went off suddenly. The bullet should have entered Arnold’s right eye and killed him. At the last moment, Arnold noticed a katydid clinging to the wall. He turned to admire the leafy insect with a smile. He hadn’t seen one in years and it made him happy. Arnold’s sudden turn moved him out of the path of the hurtling projectile. He’d literally dodged a bullet.

At the tram stop, Arnold planned to cross the street. The smell of honeysuckle drifted under his nose. He turned away from the crosswalk to soak in the pleasing odor of the flowers. He didn’t cross the street immediately as anyone else would have. That’s why an overly aggressive taxi driver, who temporarily lost control, never struck him dead.

While walking the last blocks home, Arnold noticed a woman walking a puppy. He couldn’t help but pet the bouncy, friendly little dog. Just that short pause meant he wasn’t present at the apartment building door when he should’ve been. A large chunk of ornate masonry fell from five stories above right where Arnold should’ve been standing. Arnold failed to die again.

He arrived home safe, and commented to his girlfriend that his day was rather good.

“That’s lovely,” said Emily.

“It’s been that way for about a week,” beamed Arnold.

“You should be thankful,” noted Emily. “Other people have had a bad week.”


Doctor Caravaggio leaned back in his chair and looked at his latest patient. The man was painfully thin, almost corpse-like. Perhaps that was why he wore such voluminous black robes. His voice was deep, as though it welled up from oblivion.

“Please continue,” sad the doctor.

“It’s just been a horrible week, Doc,” said the patient. “Nothing is going right! I’m trying to get this one job done and it always goes wrong. Normally everything works perfectly, but not this one. I’m really getting behind in my work. It’s making me crazy!”

“Uh huh,” murmured Caravaggio. “Tell me. How long have you believed you are the actual Grim Reaper?”
Written for Sunday Photo Fiction.

About EagleAye

I like looking at the serious subjects in the news and seeking the lighter side of the issue. I love satire and spoofs. I see the ridiculous side of things all the time, and my goal is to share that light-hearted view.
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22 Responses to The Bad Week

  1. Lyn says:

    LOL my friend, it is so good to be reading your Nether Mind again 😀

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  2. Iain Kelly says:

    Very funny story, well done. Particularly like the Grim Reaper in therapy idea 🙂

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  3. Joy Pixley says:

    LOL, wondered where you were going with that, and I loved the twist at the end! Funny stuff, Eric!

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  4. List of X says:

    He only became Grim this week due to the work-related stress.

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  5. Steve Lakey says:

    Brilliant! Loved this idea.

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  6. Anonymous says:

    haha! the grim reaper got stressed.

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  7. Haha that’s brilliant. I love it. Poor old Grimmy.

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  8. mandibelle16 says:

    Haha. I did think it was death trying to get him. How troublesome they guy kept getting lucky and death kept missing him. Tomorrow’s another day I guess.

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  9. Welcome back, E.A. I laughed out loud at this story. I could just picture Death sitting there complaining. It reminded me of him playing the board game with Bill and Ted and he said, “You sank my battleship.” 😀 — Suzanne

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  10. Tena Carr says:

    Good Story

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