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Sunday, September 19, 2004

theme 3- example take on conversation with self

At night, florescent lights reflect off the window panes in the mudroom. You can’t see out unless you put your nose against the pane of glass, which anyone who’s seen a horror movie knows is a completely idiotic thing to do. Proud in my lack of idiocy, I stand several feet behind the door, stalemated. It is light enough outside to see, but not to read. Reading is my tool to distract myself from what else might be sharing the night air. In my left hand a book is held open with three fingers and a thumb, the other finger being too involved with holding my lighter. In the right a cigarette held between first and second finger, leaving the majority of the hand free to turn the knob.
I really need to smoke.
Mmmphm.
There is nothing out there.
Well, nothing you can’t outrun anyway….. hopefully.
There are no such things as zombies.
Mmmphm. Why don’t you turn out the light so you can see outside?
You know I have to have that light so I can read.
Yes because reading is going to offer so much protection.
Now look here, there is paranoid and there is paranoid. You had best get a grip on yourself.
Paranoid is better then… hey, what are you doing?
The door somehow always manages to squeak. How can a house less then six years old make so much noise? I worry for a moment about waking my parents. The punishment for that would likely make me wish it had only been zombies or killer clowns from outer space, for example. The night closes around me, and I have a moment of peace.
That’s nice.
Mmm, yes indeed.
A snick, and a flame blooms from the lighter. Deep breath.

**note, this was one of about twenty abortive attempts at various prompts. When I became positive that the patient was dead with no hope of revival, I let it go. So forgive the left in space ending there...

2 Comments:

Blogger johngoldfine said...

Erika! This is no-win for me--if I tell you it ain't so bad at all, you think: what lousy taste; it's DOA. If I say it's DOA, you say I knew it, it's hopeless!

I guess I just am going to have to try to live with your low opinion of my taste, because...it ain't so bad at all.

September 20, 2004 at 8:10 PM  
Blogger johngoldfine said...

Just back from reading your reactions to the recent prompts--seems to me you were really hitting them hard and good. If you're beating your head against the wall on some other prompt or idea of mine--if it just isn't working--there's nothing sacrosanct about them. Give yourself a prompt you like better! My feelings won't be hurt--maybe I'll steal it if I like it well enough!

September 21, 2004 at 6:19 AM  

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