Donnerstag, 26. Mai 2011

Groceries

The house is awfully quiet now that he's gone. She hasn't gotten used to all that space yet. The yellow light from the kitchen overhead light makes her sick.

2 1 bag of potatoes
1lb carrots
12 4 eggs


She doubts that he will come back, and without his need for boiled breakfast eggs she won't need as many eggs. Let that new floosie cook his eggs for him from now on! She hopes they'll die in an egg yolk explosion. Stranger things have happened.

The phone rings, "Hey darl- ... I mean, Stella."

"What do you want?" She pretends to be indifferent, adds more items to her grocery list.

2 1 bag of potatoes
1lb carrots
12 4 eggs
Chocolate bars
Ice cream
1 bag of apples (green!)


He hates green apples. Now she can have as many of them at home as she wants.

His voice at the other end of the line, an audibly strained smile. "I've still got to pick some stuff up. Think I'll drop by tomorrow after work. You okay with that?"

"Yeah, why not? See you then." And she hangs up on him without saying good-bye.

Some things are still missing from that list. She sits there, deep in thought, then continues to scribble. Her hand-writing is still that of a twelve-year-old girl. She always got gold stars for her writing.

2 1 bag of potatoes
1lb carrots
12 4 eggs
Chocolate bars
Ice cream
1 bag of apples (green!)
duct tape
axe

Dienstag, 17. Mai 2011

Cold heart

You know, when I said 'forever', I actually meant it. Not like these celebrity-forever marriages, which last a month if they're lucky... or until they need some fresh publicity. Disgusting.

No, 'Till death do us part'. That kind of forever. With fidelity, love, the whole nine yards. I wasn't kidding, and it wasn't my fault you didn't get the hint.

Okay, so technically, one might say it's over. At least for one of us. But your heart doesn't look all that bad in my fridge, and I think I'll keep you around some more. Until you start smelling or something.

Sonntag, 8. Mai 2011

No way out

That hadn't gone as planned. Bummer. You leave them alone for a few thousand years, only checking in occasionally, and that's what they do? Less than satisfactory.

The cosmic phone rings. Small talk ensues. And then, of course... "Have you seen what they did to earth?"

"Yeah..." The mind screams, TRY TO CHANGE THE TOPIC! But the moment it takes the mind to scream this is the moment that makes it too late.

"Do you remember I told you this would happen? You do remember, I know it. Putting free will in people, who would come up with such a stupid idea?"

"It was idealistic!"

"Stupid, idealistic, same to me! The point is, I told you it would happen. When will you ever learn to listen to me?"

Surrender is the only way out. "I am sorry, you were right. Oh, and - Happy Mother's Day!"

A smile at the other end of the line. "Thank you, Darling."

Some things, not even the Gods can escape.