Battle at Barnes & Noble
I had a dream about Mari Last night. It was odd. I wall share. You will comment and tell how weird I am. I will smile.
it’s a little long but, I wouldn’t have posted it if it wasn’t good
We walked into the book store together. Even though we were so far apart. The years were kind to her figure, yet cruel to her viewpoint towards me. Her hair was black and placid, like her nails, which shined like justice in the big fake lights of the Barnes and Noble. I was older and bigger a little wiser and vain too. She hated me still. Understandably. I was somewhat amused by it overall. “Lets just get Jess’s gift and go, I have a gallery showcase rehearsal in an hour” she said to the back of the book she was reading. She barely ever looks at me in the eye anymore, considering.
We skimmed the aisles for the perfect gift for our friend Jessica, the one and only person who kept us talking to each other without killing each other for all these years. I point knowing she wouldn’t look “look a vegan cook book, damn you hippies think of everything” I say overly dramatic like she always hated. “I’m not a hippy you idiot, I eat meat. Do you even know what a vegan is?” her big eyes closed a little when she said this, she looks at me when she’s insulting me. I push buttons and test her all day, she’s about to hit me in the middle children’s section with all the toddlers watching I just know it. We move on. We walk in separate aisles, but we can still see each other in-between the book shelves, but the books where only allowing us to see each others eyes. I’m in the Psychology/Sex section whilst she paces in the romance/self-help section, how ironic. “You never where really good at getting good gifts, Ari. Might as well leave it up to me, go run along and find a pop-up or something” said her eyes. I was snarling but she couldn’t see it, I answered back. “While I’m at it I’ll find you a sex for dummies book, sound good, love?”
“Don’t call me that, you bastard” the eyes went small and angry again. Our bickering grew, and evolved into violence.
Before we knew it we were pushing each other. Hard. Our voices carried the name calling into the café. “I hate when you smile at me you dick!” she so eloquently stated. Her face was getting red so you knew bad shit was going to go down. “Hey! Chill with the heat Mari” I shouted, it was my only way to calm her, I’ve never seen her like this, she was hyperventilating surrounded by hard cover copies of best sellers not a good mix. Then outta nowhere “you never loved me!!!” WHAM! She threw a book at me! I mean come on?! Who the fuck throws a book?! It was pinky winky goes to Townsville and it hurt like hell. Then she did it again, and again, and again. I was being pelted with how to survive the 2nd grade and the whole whinnie the pooh series. Children around us where mocking our actions by stabbing each other with the corners of Harry Potter, and it was order of the phoenix, so you know it did some damage.
We moved the battle into the fiction/literature section, which provided us with more space and projectiles you could curl up next to a fireplace with. We tossed novels at one another until we bled, all the employees where frantic and afraid, the children followed us and chanted “throw a bookmark in her eye!” and “toss the dictionary at his balls” The battle raged on for what seemed like hours.
Until I ended it. I picked up Bill Clinton’s autobiography and flung it at her head. She dropped like a stone, and good old bill fell to the ground next to her smiling if you squinted it looked like he was laughing at her. I should have helped her up, but all I was thinking was “damn Bill’s still making girls go down”
Then I woke up…how weird.
it’s a little long but, I wouldn’t have posted it if it wasn’t good
We walked into the book store together. Even though we were so far apart. The years were kind to her figure, yet cruel to her viewpoint towards me. Her hair was black and placid, like her nails, which shined like justice in the big fake lights of the Barnes and Noble. I was older and bigger a little wiser and vain too. She hated me still. Understandably. I was somewhat amused by it overall. “Lets just get Jess’s gift and go, I have a gallery showcase rehearsal in an hour” she said to the back of the book she was reading. She barely ever looks at me in the eye anymore, considering.
We skimmed the aisles for the perfect gift for our friend Jessica, the one and only person who kept us talking to each other without killing each other for all these years. I point knowing she wouldn’t look “look a vegan cook book, damn you hippies think of everything” I say overly dramatic like she always hated. “I’m not a hippy you idiot, I eat meat. Do you even know what a vegan is?” her big eyes closed a little when she said this, she looks at me when she’s insulting me. I push buttons and test her all day, she’s about to hit me in the middle children’s section with all the toddlers watching I just know it. We move on. We walk in separate aisles, but we can still see each other in-between the book shelves, but the books where only allowing us to see each others eyes. I’m in the Psychology/Sex section whilst she paces in the romance/self-help section, how ironic. “You never where really good at getting good gifts, Ari. Might as well leave it up to me, go run along and find a pop-up or something” said her eyes. I was snarling but she couldn’t see it, I answered back. “While I’m at it I’ll find you a sex for dummies book, sound good, love?”
“Don’t call me that, you bastard” the eyes went small and angry again. Our bickering grew, and evolved into violence.
Before we knew it we were pushing each other. Hard. Our voices carried the name calling into the café. “I hate when you smile at me you dick!” she so eloquently stated. Her face was getting red so you knew bad shit was going to go down. “Hey! Chill with the heat Mari” I shouted, it was my only way to calm her, I’ve never seen her like this, she was hyperventilating surrounded by hard cover copies of best sellers not a good mix. Then outta nowhere “you never loved me!!!” WHAM! She threw a book at me! I mean come on?! Who the fuck throws a book?! It was pinky winky goes to Townsville and it hurt like hell. Then she did it again, and again, and again. I was being pelted with how to survive the 2nd grade and the whole whinnie the pooh series. Children around us where mocking our actions by stabbing each other with the corners of Harry Potter, and it was order of the phoenix, so you know it did some damage.
We moved the battle into the fiction/literature section, which provided us with more space and projectiles you could curl up next to a fireplace with. We tossed novels at one another until we bled, all the employees where frantic and afraid, the children followed us and chanted “throw a bookmark in her eye!” and “toss the dictionary at his balls” The battle raged on for what seemed like hours.
Until I ended it. I picked up Bill Clinton’s autobiography and flung it at her head. She dropped like a stone, and good old bill fell to the ground next to her smiling if you squinted it looked like he was laughing at her. I should have helped her up, but all I was thinking was “damn Bill’s still making girls go down”
Then I woke up…how weird.