Monthly Archives: October 2008

Morning

It was not as if he liked to wake up early.  He couldn’t help it.  He would prefer to sleep in and enjoy the full lull of his dreams, cradling him whole.  Instead his internal clock would jab him awake and the sun would pierce his his cocoons of unconscious thought.

He looked over to the girl sleeping soundly, as he wished he could, a Mona Lisa smile settled on her face that turned up a bit more every so often, and a murmur escaping her unconsciousness that sounded like “jello”.  Usually he’d try to read, write, or watch football– it was a habit he tried to break but the mornings came and went and came again.

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Parking

In the lot, Sonia wished she didn’t read those articles delivered to her mailbox daily, emails like, “10 ways to save money”, or “One magic thing you can’t live without in your kitchen”.  This morning’s article, “Five ways to lose weight”, recommended to park as far away as possible when shopping so she’d walk more, burning more calories.  She was at a big box store, the kind cosmopolitan, urban areas and their respective neighborhood associations rally against.

The parking lot went seemingly to the horizon– rows and rows of cars, so much that it could have doubled as an used car lot.  While she walked back to her car with her groceries she thought about all the email tips that she received and never followed up on, and the only fun she’d ever had in a parking lot was making out in the back of a pickup truck.

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Mary and Joseph, con’t.

He dropped the coins in the meter, only after the sacrifice did he notice the “FAIL” light blinking.  It didn’t matter, he hardly paid attention to anything until he found they offended him, like this “FAIL” light, taunting him.  What he realized was the core of his being:  to live in a life entrenched with more oblivion of his surroundings and others until it was brought to his attention that he was inconvenienced.

“Hello, hi?”  Mary looked impatient, her right foot stamping on the floor with each sarcastic salutation.

“Sorry,”  he walked closer to her.  “I fucked up– put money in a broken meter.”  He shuffled his feet.  “Pretty dumb.”

“You noticed.”  She clapped and stomped her feet again, but not in the annoyed way she did before.

“What do you mean?  You knew it was broken?”

She gathered a hoodie sweatshirt and her purse.  “Well yeah,” she said, walking without looking back at him.  “I always park here because it’s broken.  Who has change when there are credit cards?  Just wanted to see if you’d notice the broken meter.  Guess ya didn’t.”

“Hey.  It took me a long time to find four quarters.  Went through the typical hiding places– couch.  Had to rob my laundry stash.”  He quickly caught up with her.

“Well, if it’s worth so much to you, you should’ve kept your eye on it, watch where it’s going, instead of being la-la-la about it.”  She stopped in front of a three-story brick building.  “This is it– Matt’s house.”

Joseph wasn’t in the mood to hang out with a possible rival and muttered, “Whoever the fuck Matt is.”

“Your new best friend.  Now shut the fuck up and be nice.”  She shushed him.

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Stripes

He seemed to be on the straight and narrow, prefering to be somewhat “square”, as she teased him, while pulling his hair, about loving to live by the rules.  She was an explosion of polka dots, all colors, prefering to be spontaneous and erratic, or as he called, “unstable”.  Mixing stripes and polka dots was horrible and tacky but she was a great kisser, amongst other things.

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Utility

“You can’t give everyone everything at once– there’s the diminishing utility law.  It might be great at first, whatever it is you want– money, sex, toys, sex toys– but it won’t be that great after a while.  It can’t.  It’s because you never had anything at first, you go from broke, so it’s always the best.  Remember when you lost your virginity.  Then 25 years later.  You feeling it the same?  Nope.  But that’s how the world works, human nature, the law of diminishing utility, returns.  You live and let live.  Can’t do nothing, but try to pretend like you’ve had nothing and it’s all spick-span new.”

Roy finished mumbling, his face settling nicely in his plate of cold nachos, his dessert after a buffet of beers.

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Breakfast

Since about a decade ago when cell phones and email and the internet gained not only increasing popularity but a human dependence– she being one of those attached to her gadgets, unable to miss a phone call, let an email sit– she could’ve lost clients.  They would go to someone else– and then how would she be able to pay for David’s Bar Mitzvah at the Skybar?  It was a backlash against modern technology when she brought back the antiquated practice of eating breakfast each morning– coffee, juice, eggs, even bacon.  Butter was lavishly used.

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Blue

She hadn’t meant for the words to come out the way it did; it was one of those thoughts that are supposed to stay rooted in the mind and dissolve upon the origin of another thought.  But let loose it ran away, slid into the capsules and tunnels of the corpus callosum and into sinuses and out into the open, manifesting words and hurt feelings.  He just looked at her, scratching his eyebrow with one hand, a trait he did when he was anxious.  “What would you do if I said those things to you?”  This time her answer stayed in her mind.

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