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Through A Dim Glass by ~Squeak-the-Freak:iconSqueak-the-Freak:





Do The Disconnect

“I changed my mind.  I don’t want to.”

We are in the bedroom.  His face is desperate – he grabs my hand.
“Please, please.  You don’t have to think about it.  You can think about anything.”  His eyes race wildly around the room.  “Think about – fortune cookies.  Anything at all.  Just please, please.  I miss you so much.”

Afterwards, he asks me how it was.

“Good.”  I say simply.  “I like fortune cookies.”

I don’t know why it makes him cry.

---

“We’re going to discuss memory therapy.  I’ll say a month, and you tell me something you remember about her, okay?”

“I’m willing to try just about anything at this point.  Hit me.”

“July.”

“We went down to the beach.  It was raining – you know that rain that seems like someone’s just casually sprinkling the clouds to make sure they don’t wilt?  Yeah.  Like that.  She was wearing one of those thin summer dresses, with the long skirts and the prints.  And the polka dots on the dress got mixed in with the wet spots from the raindrops and stopped me counting them.  Afterwards, we took a shower and the hot water ran out five minutes in.  It was amazing.”

“Good, good.  How about December?”

“God, I remember.  We went to see her family.  They’re insane, Joel.  In a scary, big Italian type of way.  They hardballed me for trying to talk during Charades and sent all the grandchildren to swarm me with Christmas cookies.  It was genuinely terrifying.  But we spent New Year’s Eve together.  Does that still count as December?”

“Of course.  Tell me about it.”

“Her dog got sick and we went down to the all-night veterinary hospital for surgery.  All the vets were having a little party in the lobby, and they’d let the cats out of their cages.  They were chasing the streamers around and I remember her worrying that one of the vets would operate on Bailey – oh, that was the dog’s name, Bailey Brittle – after getting drunk off too many toasts.  Silly, huh?”

“No, I don’t think it’s silly at all.  Let’s have another one.  October.”

“Halloween.”

“…”

“What?  I like Halloween.”
©2008-2009 ~Squeak-the-Freak
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Author's Comments

The end of a relationship from one side and from another.

In the continuing tradition of not having the foggiest notion of the appropriate label for my writing, I have classed this as Open Narrative Poetry.

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:iconwhatsherface:
I know this is totaly not what this is about, but the part about charades & cookies reminds me of Noah at new years last year.

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- You know your in trouble when you stand on your head and the world is right side up.
:iconmasa-chan:
“Good.” I say simply. “I like fortune cookies.”

I don’t know why it makes him cry.


That's quite a shazam factor you have, there. ^^

Geez, am I lucky or what to have you on my watchlist? (That sounds foreboding. Mmph.)

+fav. 'Nuff said. :heart:

Btw, I think it should be classified under "Prose."
DA needs a "Prose like Poetry" category. That would fit the bill better.

Great stuff~

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Cuckuhim 'o 'ab him.
Wepeghim 'o 'abai him.
:iconpo-tait-tree123:
hahaha this story made me giggle:D You have a way with words! good job!

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There is no pleasure without pain, thus we find salvation in suffering
-Stephan King
:iconmbryn:
I find the thought processes and priorities of men and women to be fascinating.

I do so love your writing style.

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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.

"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
:iconm-v-d:
I love the opening of this, it really sets the mood for the rest of the piece.
:iconetskh:
Cool... but I think I fall just short of actually understanding... or that's the point. Whatever the intention, it's awesome julia-writing.

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etskh; one who eats, sleeps and draws.
:iconclosedcorridors:
LOVE IT

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We are the only ones we are running from...
:iconsqueak-the-freak:
I think it would be a bit of a dick move to write something that wasn't intended to be understood.

It is entirely possible, however, that this writing has no point XD

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Should we talk about the weather?
Should we talk about the government?
:iconsqueak-the-freak:
Yarr! That's why I put them together.
So different, and yet the lines parallel.
Or at least I hope they do.

Thank you very much.

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Should we talk about the weather?
Should we talk about the government?

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