Paul was a psychotic murderer institutionalized since childhood escapes on a mindless rampage while his doctor chases him through the streets.

Paul was water splashing on the homevideo lens, then

Paul was corner of the frame. Guy was in the center, slightly shrugging his shoulders at Paul’s father’s question.  From this angle you couldn’t really see the water on the foyer floor, but the thin layer certainly was there. Not enough for the over exaggerated fall Paul took, kicking his feet out & sinking his body into the apple tank.

Paul was at Camp Crystal Lake.

Paul was “That is the fastest time tonight Guy, 12 seconds. How do you feel about being the apple bobbing Halloween sleepover champion?”

Paul was the soul of the lake shore strangler, transferred into a doll’s body.

Paul was “alright Paul, hold on a second. I am recording Guy

Great job at getting that apple.”

 

water dripped down Guy’s face. His gappy smile had flecks of apple between the few teeth that hadn’t fallen out yet. or been replaced. 

Paul was “watch me watch me watch me daddy look here!”

Paul was third-degree burn, skin peeled & blistered. How could you sleep through a fire on your arm?

Paul was replayed in real time, a video shot composed in five year-old mind.

Paul was in the video a screaming young boy seeking the camera’s eye. To make certain the importance of actions were recorded.

Paul was office working, though his mind was mostly on a snack. Meaning this morning the office smelled like hash browns (because this floor of cubicles is directly above the cafetorium) & it was incredibly distracting for work efforts. Mostly mouth watering & dreaming of the fried potato treats.

 

Paul plugged away at his tasks in attempted ignorance of home fries.

 

Paul “was it my fault?”