#whatjusthappend

It was almost midnight when the for of them finally left the firm. The case they were set on last week was quite different and that means a lot of time doing research. Digging is what the big fish call it. Fishing in the dark with bare hands is what Abbey thinks. Saturdays were usually not spent at the firm at all, but everyone needed to make sacrifices, right? “We should lose no time, you can all stay at my flat, I’ve got some spare beds since my flatmates decided to go off to Zambia and marry each other and …” “The night is young, why waste it with sleep?” interrupted Sally, as she always does when Bill sulked about being left alone. “We should all go home, it’s really late.” “If we all go, count me in!” Abbey replied. “It’s a deal then!” concluded Joe “we go out have some fun, see which fruits the life presents us today, hopefully not lemons again.” No one of us even reacted to Joe’s “joke” if you can call it one. It was his go-to phrase, in every conversation. Even at court. “Beer then!” Sally almost jumped with excitement. “Beer!”

The walk to the bar was without any incidents but a few “ I really don’t want to”s from Bill and a slight breeze that suddenly arose in the streets.

The stay at the pub was without any incidents. Only beer and giggles.

They split up after some hours of drinking. Joe and Abbey went home, Sally went with Bill. As they usually do. Probably drinking some more and doing some intense talks, as they usually do when Bill was sad and Sally was drunk.

And now everyone waits for something to happen. A plot to develop, a story to be told. Maybe even a tragic event to occur that changes their lives and forces them to become some kind of heroic person.

Or maybe someone wants them all to find a terribly brutal death by the hands of a creature that roams the streets at nights and moves like a breeze through the alleys that run like arteries and veins.

Or maybe you anticipated that the last sentence would have an end that would make sense. But sometimes stories and writers are as cruel as the world is. What we expect we will certainly not get. But what if we accept and expect that fact? Paradox, isn’t it?

Father: "what are you doing?"

Brother: "putting a lego that I want to take to school tomorrow on the counter..."

Father: "... then why is you iPod in your hand?"

Brother: ....

Father: "don't lie about stupid things. You should've just left it in your room."