Writing Prompt: June 25 - "Write diary entries detailing your character progressively losing one of their senses."

*** June 1, 2001 -

Dear diary,

Today was another amazing day. I was able to catch an old lady's arm before I she tripped. I waited just long enough after the light turned green to prevent the mother and baby behind me from getting creamed by the semi that ran the red. I knocked a man's glass from his hands at the bar, right before he went to sip the cocktail his date had just spiked.

The old woman was irritated that I thought she was so weak that she needed help to get up a simple curb, the mother laid on the horn to get me to move - and flipped me the bird as she passed me later, and the guy cussed me for spilling the liquor all over his new jacket, but that's ok. I'm used to that.

They don't have to know how I've helped them.

Fiscal tracking:

+$400 (scratch off)

+$5000 (races)

+$200 (lost dog reward)

*** July 19, 2001 -

Dear diary,

It's been close these days! It feels like I'm always running from one near-miss to another! I don't know what's going on. The stress is really getting to me. I almost drove right by the closed up box of kittens in the median - actually had to skid to a stop mid-vision to be able to collect them in time.

Maybe I just need some rest.

Fiscal Tracking:

+$100 (scratch off)

-$50 (races)

*** August 5, 2001 -

Dear diary,

I couldn't stop it. I didn't get there in time. I saw the flames erupt and engulf him. I heard his screams. I killed him.... He's dead, burned, because of me. By the time I got there, he was already ash. I think I'm going to be sick.

Fiscal Tracking:

-$50 (scratch offs)

-$400 (races)

-$25 (stolen wallet)

*** Sept 11, 2001 -

Dear diary,

I have an interview today in New York - Xerox headquarters. It feels weird having to get a real job, but I've not been able to win anything recently. It's been so long since I've held a real job, I'm barely qualified for the mailroom clerk job I'm going out for. Wish me luck! I'm going to need it.