By the Diver's hand

                                                              By The  Diver's Hand
                                                           A   Fictional  Short  Story 
                                                                             BY;
                                                                Jessica   Singleton

                                                              

                              I meet the same people in my own reoccurring passage.  I never remember them .  They do not care if I know who they are.  Their only plan is to make me their victim over and over.  They seem to enjoy watching me dye by their own hands.


Date BonDay was a pilot that worked for a private a man who owned a plane.  The very wealthy man only needed Date for his private ride when it suited him.  Date was paid well enough but he still had a side job.  The job was mostly gambling and drinking.  It paid at different times and it did not pay at others.  But it was his part time life choice.
Date's home was an apartment that over looked a lot of brick buildings in a big city.  He wanted a vacation but he knew that he could not afford it.   His roommate was a cat named spike.  Spike got his name because when he got the itch the cat would use his claws to be a dj on the furniture.  There was a leather couch in the living room, with a picture of Frank Sinatra hanging above it.  The TV was a box set that looked like it crawled out of a horror movie.  The bedroom was a mattress set stacked up and a fan.  Above the bed hung a picture of a piece of Escher art.  A book shelf sat in the corner.  It's shelves were lined with Patterson, King and Clansey and Dickens books.  The lower shelf was cluttered with CD's.  Run DMC, the Beastie boys, Aerosmith, The WHO,  Springsteen, Billy Idol , Joy Division  and Led Zepplin.  
There was a lamp on a suitcase that sat by the bed.  In the closet there were his clothes and a trunk.  The trunk held all his personal papers and photos of the past.  It was a day that could pass away without mention.  It had a been a long year. Something had to happen.  There was no point in getting drunk.  That would not take a load out of anything.  It would cost money and then leave like a bitch.  He'd have a shot gun headache and still have to get up for work.  Mr. Boss man needed no one to fly him anywhere.  He usually did not take his own plane. Not unless he did not want the trip on the tax papers.  He went commercial when he wanted to do business. That way he could put the tab on the client.  
That is when the big idea of a sneaked in free vacation came to Date.  He had that plane to himself.  The boss man and no one else would notice it missing.  Why not just barrow it for a day and go to the cost?  That made sense to Date at the time.  It really did.
So he made his plan.  Boss man would be leaving for a few days next month.  Date would be in control.  The house staff for boss man would be out.  No one would notice it.
So the next month came and Date took a flight by himself.
When he hit the jungle area near a private area, he brushed up against some poisonous plants.  The breaking of the leaves drugged him...  The vents picked up on the fumes.  
And Date got high.
Date wanted to take a short cut.  He flew over the ocean.  Then he realized that he was caught up in a tree.  In reality outside of his drugged up state, he was just positioned over the ocean.  Then he heard the odd noise from behind him.  He turned around, it was his boss.  
Big fat Riper boss man walked up to sit by Date.  The boss man looked odd. His skin was rubbery looking.  
Are you sick?
No why?
You look odd.
That is when the tree broke.
The plane hit the water.
They sunk down into the darkness.
When he turned over in his seat, Date realized that his boss was not a human but an octopus who wanted to kill him.
Date had turned into a little girl.
Then he realized that he was in hell.
He was on fire.
But he was not really on fire.
He was drugged up and he had water in his nose and that burned.


                          Two days later;

They found Date at the bottom of his boss's swimming pool.  He got drunk on 50 year old scotch that belonged to his boss and he tripped on a cord and fell face first into his boss' pool.


                                                         The   End