The Story From X to Y (Part One)

Pretend this is me.

This is another one of those experimental bits I’ve written.

I doubt a publisher or agent would have any interest.

When I wrote this, I just started with the chapter identified as “X” and went backwards from there.

I had no idea where I would end up.

Like I said, it’s an experiment.

It’s not a book, so I don’t have a cover, so much as a movie poster based on my life.

Yup.

Chapter X

How had I managed to get back to this room? Had I actually been here before?

For some reason I felt nervous, but didn’t know why. Could I have imagined the last few minutes? I’d been in a strange place and this room was equally strange, yet vaguely familiar.

After a few minutes of mulling these thoughts, I realized I was overthinking the matter to the point of ridiculous.

That’s when the door opened and yet another man with a gun walked in.

He said, “Come with me.”

Chapter W

Five minutes before that

I entered the room. There wasn’t much to it. Just a table and four chairs. No window. No other furniture. Walls bare, the color of white people.

What color was that? Washed out pale or slightly tanned? More like sick, junky white.

The place seemed oddly familiar. And then I remembered someone I’d met in a room very much like this one.

First, he was a client, then he was a dead client. At least, I think he was a client. Someone who knew the client? What was his name? Jones? No, Johnson. What was I doing here now? Was this place connected to his death?