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I’ve been a bit under the weather. The doctor prescribed me a cough medicine with codeine.
Wrapped in a warm blanket snuggle into the depths of the sofa, the darkness had settled and with it a drowsy drugged feeling. I hadn’t coughed in almost an hour.
The light from the television pushing just enough light into the room to make out the patches on Grandma’s old quilt.
Soft elevator music played in the background while a man in the lobby of a large office building buffed the floor. A comforting fog moved into my mind.
What was the name of this movie? My mind drifted like a cloud.
A deafening crash echoed through the room as a body slams on top of a truck on the screen in front of me.
My chest was heaving my body tense, I was hardly able to process what just happened. I looked around at the people watching TV with me. They were staring at me with open mouthed amazement.
“Did I scream out loud?”
“Yeah,” my roomie replied.
I screamed like I have never screamed before. Hollywood pays people for this kind of high pitched, gut wrenching scream of terror. I tell you this so that you may learn a lesson from it. If you are taking cough medicine with codeine, do not watch a movie called Devil. I had to pray myself to sleep last night.
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After hours of shopping, I was trying on slacks in a brightly lit dressing room. Finally, I found a pair that fit perfectly. Tight enough in the right places and loose in others.
When I stepped out of the dressing room to show my friend, she said, “You have the ass that could rule the world.”
Maybe I could rule the world. I seriously considered her statement before realizing there are already enough asses ruling out there now.
Posted in animals, art, books, chick lit, comedian, dating, entertainment, family, fantasy, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, literature, Personal, photography, sarcasm, short story, writer, Writing, tagged job on August 20, 2016| 34 Comments »
My Boss has been curious about Twitter. His daughter has an account and he wanted to check out what she might be up to. So he created an account.
The next day he came to me and said, “I’m not sure how, but my daughter figured out I was following her.”
I asked, “What’s your user ID?”
He said, “His first and last name.”
“I think that might be the issue.”
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He sent me a text that said “What’s your phone number?”
I sent back, “I think you just texted it.”
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My boss has the same first name as someone else I know. I was going to be working late so I wrote the following email.
“Dear Tom,
I’m working late tonight. I’ll have to cancel dinner.
Love you, DD”
I accidentally sent the email to my boss, who wrote back –
“We need to finish all the test cases tonight. I’m going to pick up some pizzas.
Tom, your boss not the other one.
P.S. I love you too.”
I love my boss. He understands me better than most, nobody’s perfect.
Posted in animals, art, comic, entertainment, family, humor, life, love, mother's day, mothers day, Personal, photography, Uncategorized, writer, Writing, tagged animals on August 17, 2016| 7 Comments »
Posted in anxiety, art, books, entertainment, family, Fiction, life, love, Personal, short story, sister, Writing, tagged Meet me by the Gate on August 16, 2016| 19 Comments »
Excerpt from Meet Me By The Gate:
July 7
Item # 30 – Painting of Mom and Dad
Allie,
I’ve painted a portrait of Mom and Dad. I want you to have it. Perhaps if you can hang where you can see it every day you’ll never find yourself unable to remember what they looked like.
Love,
Jo
***
I woke up last night, crying. I dreamt I was in heaven. It was bright and shiny. Everyone was happy, just as you’d expect. But I was surrounded by strangers, alone. I couldn’t find my parents. It’s been over twenty years since I last saw them, spoke to them, hugged them, since I became no one’s daughter. I wondered through the crowd, looking in every face. But I couldn’t remember what they looked like. I couldn’t find them. I woke up sobbing.
What kind of person can’t remember their parents’ faces? The people who spent most of their lives taking care of me and I can’t remember them.
I lay in the dark, trying to remember. Dad had dark wavy hair, a large nose I think, but I could only see bits and pieces, like a puzzle you’ve lost most of the pieces to. I tried to concentrate on his face, but it’s just a vague blur.
REMEMBER HIM, concentrate. Remember his face the last time you saw him, at his funeral.
Brown suit, one button, small lapel, white shirt, but I can’t get above his collar. Just when his face starts to become clear, it slips away again. I can’t see him. Why didn’t I commit him to memory? Surely I realized it was the last time I’d see him.
What about Mom? The last time I saw her, she was sick in bed with cancer. I didn’t want to remember her like that. I thought of the picture I have of her, with that red hair and green eyes, surely I can remember. I concentrate on the picture – blue background, white blouse, red hair waving done over her shoulders. I could almost see her face. Her eyes, I couldn’t get hold of her eyes. I had her nose and the shape of her face, but it was just individual pieces. I couldn’t assemble them. I couldn’t see her.
How will I find my parents in heaven when I can’t remember them? Will they remember me? How long before my son forgets me? I’m afraid I won’t find my parents in heaven. I’m afraid in the dark. I am afraid.
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Jim was a nuclear physicist, a brilliant man. Much to his own detriment, he didn’t know when to stop thinking.
He had been through a series of interviews. The job was basically his. All he had to do was pass a drug screening. I don’t know if they said drug test or not. I’m assuming not, they must have been vague.
The company had an on-site clinic where the test was performed.
So, Jim comes toddling in. The tech hands him a cup and tells him to return the sample to her desk.
Does Jim think “They want to see if I use drugs.”?
No.
He thinks “It’s a nuclear facility. They want to take a baseline reading now so they can measure the affects of potential radiation exposure over time.”
So instead of urine, he gives them a sperm sample. He is still trying to figure out why he didn’t get the job.
Can you imagine the technician’s reaction when a cup of sperm lands on her desk?
Posted in animals, art, books, comedian, comic, entertainment, family, fantasy, Fiction, flash fiction, humor, life, literature, mental health, Personal, photography, sarcasm, short story, writer, Writing, tagged family on August 11, 2016| 42 Comments »
Do you ever have thoughts that you wish you didn’t have? Like maybe this one.
In my imagination, I’m hanging out with a couple of friends. We’ve been drinking wine, laughing, and listening to music.
When someone says, “I found this old porn in my Mom’s closet. It’s so bad, it’s hysterical.”
She puts it on. The hair is plastered with hair spray and way too tall. You all laugh.
A guys come on screen and someone says, “Hey he’s not bad looking.”
“Yeah,” you agree, “he actually pretty hot.”
Another friend with a fist full of popcorn says, “That looks like your Dad.”
“No,” you insist shocked and a bit disgusted, “that guy is hot. I’d go out with him. He doesn’t look anything like my Dad.”
One of your other friends chimes in, “He really does look like your Dad around the eyes and that nose.”
Then he does something so quintessentially “your” Dad and you know that IS your Dad. You’re watching a porn starring your Dad.
The screams of horror are echoing through my head as I type.
So you’re pissed because you have to live with that image for the rest of your life and you want to confront your Dad, but you’re not sure how that’s going to work.
You start the conversation with something like, “What the H-E- double toothpicks is wrong with you? A porn?”
“You’ve been watching porn,” your Dad counters.
“You were in it.”
Your Mom interrupts, “Do not yell at your Father.”
“Mom, did you know Dad was in a porn?”
And she replies, “Well yes, dear that’s how we met.”
And that’s why I try not to think.
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I woke this morning from a dream turned nightmare. It starts colorful and bright, euphoric and exciting.
I’m carrying my baby so beautiful no one can take their eyes from her. Her face shines up at me from my arms as I walk through the store, showing her everything and she taking it all in.
A knowing look from a familiar face catches my eye. The world is illusion, replaced by reality. The bundle of joy in my arms turns to a wad of filthy rags. There is no baby and there never has been.
The world turns grey and dark, sharp and hard. I feel their eyes on me, like pawing hands pulling me apart seeing everything I really am. Most look on horrified or disgusted, a few pity me. I want to disappear, to cease to exist. But I don’t. I’m on display, my crazy rantings are on display.
Hands are gently pushing me towards the doors.
My sister come rescuer whispers, “Everything will be okay.”
I feel reality so sharp, my body is bleeding from cuts no one can see. I’m covered and cannot move without wanting to cry out. But I don’t, the pain of humiliation is too great. I keep silent.
I woke this morning from a dream turned nightmare. I don’t know where it came from. I tell myself I’ve never had delusions. At least I don’t think I have.
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