What did you do?

Here’s a uber short story. It’s not my usual style (which is usually black satire, comical blah blah). I’ve been reading a few blogs swinging in a certain direction, so I decided to get what I read out of my system. Enjoy Re Gypsy XX

What did you do?

She lay like an elegant porcelain doll, draped in silks of ruby. God she was beautiful. I curled her soft locks around my fingertips as I watched her.  Her perfume danced enticingly around me, each droplet seeping into my soul.  My heart skipped two beats as I heard her whisper What did you do?

So I took a deep breath and stammered through yesterday. I told her about my car not starting in the morning; how I cursed my way to a taxi; how my boss fired me through a text. I told her how I spent hours running in the gym.

I liked running, the sweat and rhythm drowned out the endless chatter in my head. Running kept me focused. I decided not to mention Sarah. She’d left me a catalogue of missed calls. No I couldn’t tell her about Sarah. She would never understand. So instead I told her about the roses I bought and how I put them in her favourite vase. White roses, a symbol of honour, reverence and new beginnings. I told her that the grocery was done and that I’d make some pancakes soon. Beginnings we have to celebrate! How did champagne with breakfast sound?

The air hissed as it coiled around my neck, so I began pacing. Outside an engine started and tomorrow began to creep into the room. Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom went the  drumming in my head gradually beating faster, louder. Fresh air  and a run that would do me good. Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom.  The room jeered at me. I was nervous, so I told her a joke to switch gears and see a smile. Her giggles were so infectious, they could shine through any cloudy day. Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom. No smile. She didn’t like the joke. Why didn’t she like the joke? My eyes wandered to the intricate patterns on the pillow. I sighed. The patterns began merging, swirling, bluring into each other. I rubbed my heavy bloodshot eyes. She really did have a lovely smile. What shall I get for her birthday next week? She loved dancing. Ba-boom, ba-boom. What was it called forro, ferris, farrat? Maybe we could go dancing?  Ba-boom, ba-boom. She’d love that. Ba-boom, ba-boom.

Take it twice a day.

She was wrong, I’m doing fine. Fine and dandy. Ba-boom, ba-boom.

Check-in 4 days a week.

Ba-boom, ba-boom. Was that laughter or screaming?

Swallow the pill whole.

Ba-boom, ba-boom. Ba-boom, ba-boom.

Seroquel.

Ba-boom, ba-boom. Ba-boom, ba-boom.

You’ll be just fine.

Ba-boom, ba-boom. My hands? What was wrong with my hands? Ba-boom, ba-boom. 

Then rose up the chief of the fathers of Judah.

What? I took a deep breath and turned to kiss her. Ba-boom, ba-boom. The morning light began to uncover the darkness in the room. My cracked lips flaked as I tried to moisten them. Ba-boom, ba-boom.

Born in sin.

I bent down and caressed her lips. Why wouldn’t she just stop being so stubborn and smile. Ba-boom, ba-boom. Why won’t you smile I begged ? We could start again I whispered. This doesn’t change us. My stomach rumbled, I was hungry. The phone barked. Ba-boom, ba-boom. Sarah was hounding me, why couldn’t she just leave me alone? Ba-boom, ba-boom. Ba-boom, ba-boom. I sat down on the bed and rearranged her hanging limb. Ba-boom, ba-boom.

Romeo.

Ba-boom, ba-boom.

New beginnings.

Ba-boom, ba-boom. It’s only because I love you. Ba-boom, ba-boom.

Juliet.

Ba-boom, ba-boom. Dance with the angels a little while longer, I’ll join you just after breakfast…my love. No answer, no answer, no answer from the empty vessel lying on the bed.

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