To Be Continued... - Westley Breeze

Everyone is buzzing in the office this morning as I arrive, coat folded over my arm.
   ‘Did you see it Lou?’ Chelsea squeals from across the room as I make my way to my desk.
   ‘Yes. But seriously, I can’t believe they are going to make us wait another week to find out if he dies,’ I huff.
The Whisper is the latest summer sizzler of a series on TV, and last night was an epic penultimate episode, delivering just the right amount of tension, action and suspense. I had actually screamed ‘Nooo’ when the ominous white text To Be Continued… appeared, thoroughly unwelcome, stretched across my TV screen. I’d been perched on the edge of the sofa, holding my breath, totally absorbed in the plot.
   ‘He’s gonna die,’ Steve calls out over his laptop from the next row.
   ‘No! He can’t…’ Chelsea wails, before she turns back to me ‘he won’t will he Lou?’ Her eyes full of despair at the thought. Chelsea is an avid fan of the series. She even has a photo of Noah, the lead character, as her screen saver.
   ‘His chances aren’t looking good Chelsea,’ Steve laughs. Chelsea’s face drops further, and I think for a moment she is going to cry.
   ‘Stop it Steve,’ I curse and Steve winks at me, always the antagonist. I turn back to Chelsea, ‘He’ll be fine Chelsea,’ I keep my voice soft. ‘They’ll drag it out. His heart will stop beating at least twice, before they miraculously save him in the hospital. He’ll be back for series two, I’m sure of it.’ I grin at her, knowing that there is no way they are going to kill off his character, not just yet… he’ll be back to fight another day.

I log into my computer, take a few calls, and am gazing out of the window, waiting for a customer to find their credit card, something we ask them to do BEFORE they call, when Steve steps into my field of vision. He’s been hiding out in the men’s for the past half hour, as usual.
   ‘Your turn to do the coffee run Lou,’ he hands me his cup with a stupid grin.
I’ve been working here almost a year, so I know everyone’s preference off by heart. I log-off and head back downstairs, to the coffee shop across the street.

My thoughts are on the Noah and how they are going to revive him after the hit and run, when I step out into the street. I don’t see the bike speed down the road towards me, until I hear a screech of brakes, a sickening thud and my world spins sideways. A swirl of stomach acid, weightlessness and then the ground rears up towards me. A sharp pain in my forehead, needles in my arms before a tingling blackness fills my vision.

I hear my breath, now laboured in my chest, my body feels wrong and I try to open my eyes, but all I can see is a black adamant. Then sirens, voices, someone touching me.

I think back to Noah and the accident, and wonder…
Will I be continued… ?

This piece was inspired by the above photo prompt at Creative Writing Ink