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Ten years later…

Michael was only 28 years old when he was killed in a car crash. Many people attended his wake. One of those people was his ex-girlfriend, Allison.

“What are you doing here?” asked Rita, Michael’s mother.

“I just want to pay my respects,” Allison said.

Rita and Allison walked over to Michael’s urn. They stood there in silence for about a minute.

“My son did not treat you right,” Rita said. “Am I bad person for saying that?”

“Michael never done anything for me, he never cared how I felt, he always started fights with me, he played mind games with me, and he blamed all of our relationship problems on me,” Allison said. “If you’re a bad person, then I’m worse.”

“Well, its not like Michael can defend himself.”

“I know. I need to leave the past behind.”

When Michael and Allison where together, they always fought with each other. One night, while they were home, they fought.

“Can you clean my phone for me?” Allison asked.

“Can’t you do it yourself?” Michael asked.

“For fuck’s sake! I’ve ask ed you to do one simple task and you won’t do it.”

“You can’t clean the your phone screen yourself?”

“Why do you always start fights with me?”

“You are the one who starts fights. You ask me to do something and you freaks out at me when I don’t do it.”

“Every time we get into a fight, you always makes me out to bed a bad person. You are always blaming me for our problems.”

“That’s bullshit!”

“It’s true!”

Present day…

“Hey,” Shelly said. “Mom, can I talk to Allison, alone?”

“Sure,” Rita said.

Rita walked away.

“I’m sorry for overhearing your conversation,” Shelly said.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Allison said. “I know how close you two were.”

“Thanks,” Shelly said. “But don’t feel too bad. Michael never wanted to do anything for anybody. You pretty much had to beg him to do it.”

When Michael was still alive, he owned his own car and his mother was always working. So, Shelly often asked Michael to drive her to places.

“Michael, can you drive me to the store?” Shelly asked.

“I got to get to work,” Michael said.

“It will only take five minutes to drive me to the store and then drive me back home.”

“I was already late for work once because I had to drive you somewhere.”

“I ask you to do one simple thing and you won’t do it. You are a selfish little prick. Don’t ask me to do anything for you ever again. Get your sorry ass in the car and drive me to the store, or you’ll be sorry.”

“I ain’t doing shit for you!”

“You’re fucked in the head.”

Present day…

After the wake, Rita and Shelly went home and Rita noticed how clean the house was.

Three weeks earlier….

Michael spent two hours cleaning the house. When Rita came home, she went to the bathroom. The bathroom was pretty clean. But in her eyes, the bathroom was dirty.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Rita screamed as she kept pounding on the bathroom door. “Michael, I’m sick and tired of telling you to clean the bathroom. You don’t care about nothing, you don’t. I ask you to do one simple thing and you can’t do it.”

“I’m getting to it!” Michael yelled. “I’ve spent two hours cleaning the house.”

“Bull fucking shit! You don’t do a fucking thing around this fucking house.”

In a fit of rage, Rita grabbed a bottle of shaving cream and she threw it at Michael. But Michael ducked.

“And I’m sick and tired of throwing stuff,” Rita said. “I’m also sick of you throwing temper tantrums over every little fucking thing. I don’t know what the fuck Allison sees in you. You need serious help.”

Present day…

“Hey, Mom,” Shelly said. “Can you drive me to Steve’s parents house, so I can pick up Frankie?”

“Sure,” Rita said. “How is he?”
“He’s totally confused. I told him that God wanted Uncle Michael in Heaven. Frankie asked why, and I told him that I don’t know. Then Frankie asked me when is he coming back and I said he’s not. Shelly broke down in tears and her mother gave her a hug.

Meanwhile, Allison returned home from the wake.

“Hey Babe,” Ross said. “How was the wake?”

“It was a wake,” Allison said. “So, it was sad. Why are you home from work?”

“I went to work and they said they didn’t need me. Will Sarah and Melody attend your ex-boyfriend’s wake?”

“They will when they get off work.”

Allison sat on the couch with a look of curiosity on her face.

“Funny, Michael was a good writer,” Allison said. “Yet, I had this idea for a novella.”

“What’s it about?” Ross said.

“Aliens invade Earth, looking for a time machine. Michael, our friends and I hid the machine on some distant planet.”

“Sounds like a fun story. Write it.”

Allison spent the next few days writing her novella.

“How’s the writing going?” Ross asked.

“Excellent,” Allison said. “I can’t believe how easy it is to write this story. It’s almost like the events in the story actually happened.”

“What’s the name of your story?”

“Reality Engine.”


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