Manny sat on the bare wooden bench trying to avoid getting a splinter. The room he slept, ate, and evacuated waste was his kingdom. And you couldn’t tell him otherwise.
Times had been hard. That was certainly true. Elise has left him. That was the worst by not the first emotional roadblock in his way. He had also lost his job at the chicken processing plant. That had probably led to Elise leaving.
With Elise gone he had no car, couldn’t afford the rent, even with his job which he no longer had, and thanks to a wheat allergy wheat was out of the question. So no Ramen noodles.
“At least I still have you, buddy?” He reached his hand down to pet his dog, Steve. Steve got up and walked out of Manny’s reach before laying back down on the floor. “Fine!” Manny slammed his hands down on the chair arms and heard an audible crack.
“Well that’s great.” Manny stood up and surveyed the damage. The arm of his chair was barely hanging in there. He knew it was over. Just like his relationship. Despite himself he laughed. And he laughed. Steve looked up at his master laughing maniacally.
He stopped to breathe. “At least it can’t get any worse, eh Steve?” Just then he heard the storm sirens going off. Which was odd as the day has looked calm earlier. Manny opened the thick curtain on his only window.
There were people running in the streets screaming. A loud bang came from his neighbor Sal. Something hit the wall of his apartment. On the horizon he saw something bright. He was thrown back from the window.
Manny was already dead. He had died when the glass from his window had turned his brain into baby food. His last thought was if Elise was ok. Then Manny along with everyone else in the blast zone was no more.