Do The Disconnect
I changed my mind. I dont want to.
We are in the bedroom. His face is desperate he grabs my hand.
Please, please. You dont 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 dont know why it makes him cry.
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Were going to discuss memory therapy. Ill say a month, and you tell me something you remember about her, okay?
Im 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 someones just casually sprinkling the clouds to make sure they dont 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. Theyre 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 Years 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 theyd 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 dogs name, Bailey Brittle after getting drunk off too many toasts. Silly, huh?
No, I dont think its silly at all. Lets have another one. October.
Halloween.
What? I like Halloween.















Comments
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- You know your in trouble when you stand on your head and the world is right side up.
I dont 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.
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.
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There is no pleasure without pain, thus we find salvation in suffering
-Stephan King
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.
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etskh; one who eats, sleeps and draws.
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We are the only ones we are running from...
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?
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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