Dancing the waltz

The flash of light struck him has a meteor would, but what he wasn’t prepared was the emotions that followed that big flash.

For him that was like “the big bang”, a start of new life, a new himself. He made some brilliant resolutions, he would stop smoking, cared more for his family, called his mom more often and get a cat. He would start being more organized at home and work.
Once a month he would take his girlfriend to some place on the countryside and buy a convertible…
In his work we would get more motivation and try to get more education, do a new checkup and this time be more serious with his doctors prescriptions… help more people, start a new book, create a web blog, buy a digital camera, do a generous donation to UNICEF, do volunteer work in his vacations…

But was he still in time to repent himself? Another big flash followed by a bang struck him as hard as the first one…

He closed his eyes as hard as he could, and continued… a new house by the coast, see the sunrise more often and the sunset outside of office, buy more gifts for his girlfriend, ride a horse, learn a new foreign language, try to understand a philosopher, buy all the movies from his favorite director, see more plays, go with his friends to the stadium, join a gym, buy a complete set of golf clubs, go to the zoo, learn golf, join a club, start a secret order, paint a portrait of family including his third degree cousins, read more books, try to understand “cubism” “surrealism” and all art forms that end in “ism”, start his own sculpture…

Another flash... he can't stand it any more... He opens his eyes and accepts his destiny…

He gets used to the light and starts to see through the motions around him… something hit his head… it’s a cork! Hundreds of champagne bottles are opened at the same time corks are flying every where, everyone his celebrating… some pretty woman grabs him and gives him a breathtaking kiss… It’s New Year! He’s happy, this time his new years resolutions were going to stand! He relaxes a bit, entering the spirit and grabbing his own bottle and looking up to the fireworks, this time with his eyes open…

He senses another touch on his shoulder he turns around to face a new girl or a guy waiting for a New Year hug, but the only thing he notices the cold steel of a gun in his face and a frozen face…

Another flash, a bang and as the cork of his own bottle hit the floor he his already dead… and she’s dancing the waltz never noticing it...