Chapbook: Timed Writing 2

 This writing is based upon my idea of an old man going to Canada - a journey that will change his life/death.

It was the day the sun exploded, he had awoken to a low droning sound, that seemed to be coming from inside him.  That morning he had grumpily forced his eyes to open and as he did so the light seemed to be extra bright from the window oppoite teh bed, he hauled his aching body up and shuffled over to the window to look out properly.  The droning seemed to be getting louder as he aproached the light and then a blast, the sun seemed to detonate, a violent ringing in his ears made him put his hands over them in an attempt to make it stop and then a flash of light accross the sky like a nuclear catastrophe and then utter blackness, the last thing he remebered was the sound of his last breath.  

'I think he's dead!' Little Tommy peered over the prone body of his grandfather and then just to check he poked him in the ribs.

'Muuuuumm! I think he's dead!' Tommy called out, while poking him again, this time harder.  Tommy's mother, Janice came running in still carrying half the shpping bags she was getting out the car.  She groaned upon seeing her father on the floor and dropped to her knees.  She gently shook his shoulders and whispered loudly, 'Dad..Dad...' she then put her hand on his heart and turned her face to see if he was breathing.

'Grandad is dead, dead, dead!' Tommy started chanting.  'Tommy ...please!' Janice, worn and tired, looked up; 'Grandad is fine, he is not dead' At this point Grandad, actaully his name is George, George Fox, but rarely now did he hear his own name, opened his eyes suddenly and shouted - 'What the F...' 

'Dad!' Janice jumped back, Tommy laughed and started chanting; 'Grandad said a swear word, naughty Grandad!' 

'Dad, are you okay, what happened?' Janice had her best 'concerned' look on her face which George has startws rto recognise as a bad sign, as talk of care homes and hospitals always followed.