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After a month or so of being in a creative black hole I thought I'd try some writing. All of the following is based on real facts. Only the names have been blah, blah, blah...
Going for noir here BTW(+ I need to stop spending my time playing 'puter games, so anything's better than nothing!)
The death of the gerbil passed without much regard.
'I think Jimothys dead.' was the first thing she said to me that morning.
With sleep still in my eyes I tried to comprehend. After a few minutes of blinking contemplation I replied, 'Really?'
'I think so,' she said as she continued her morning movements, 'I poked him and he didn't move'
It struck me as my mind woke that she was being very calm about this. Not that I had expected a wailing and gnashing of teeth, but I suddenly suspected that I, a full 8 years nearer the dreaded twilight of life - and a full 1 and a half months past the Logan’s Run retirement age - was going to take this much worse than her.
'A death in the family is always hard to take' I mumbled. I was not sure whom I was talking to.
'I don't know what to do with him' she said as if wondering where to store an out of place thimble, whilst the small subsidence in my stomach sank into something resembling a chasm.
I roused myself and brought my faculties to bear -'I don't know, my love' She knew that this was for her to do. I would be a man as far as I was able, but he was her pet and she would have to deal with this. We hugged.
As it was, she left him there for the day. On the walk into work she discussed a replacement,
'This time I'll get two so they don't get lonely. And I'll get them from a local pet store so they're used to being handled'
I half heartedly tried to dissuade her, but it was up to her and rodents are like crack, once you've had one...
So a trowel was borrowed and the biting, clawing menace that he was put into the hard, cold earth. I couldn't be there. I missed that sending off. That Christian burial. Did she cry? I do not know, but know better than to ask. I think she has her closure. I wish I could have been there for her and for him and for me.
She is talking about rats next. Oh, the humanity.
Going for noir here BTW(+ I need to stop spending my time playing 'puter games, so anything's better than nothing!)
The death of the gerbil passed without much regard.
'I think Jimothys dead.' was the first thing she said to me that morning.
With sleep still in my eyes I tried to comprehend. After a few minutes of blinking contemplation I replied, 'Really?'
'I think so,' she said as she continued her morning movements, 'I poked him and he didn't move'
It struck me as my mind woke that she was being very calm about this. Not that I had expected a wailing and gnashing of teeth, but I suddenly suspected that I, a full 8 years nearer the dreaded twilight of life - and a full 1 and a half months past the Logan’s Run retirement age - was going to take this much worse than her.
'A death in the family is always hard to take' I mumbled. I was not sure whom I was talking to.
'I don't know what to do with him' she said as if wondering where to store an out of place thimble, whilst the small subsidence in my stomach sank into something resembling a chasm.
I roused myself and brought my faculties to bear -'I don't know, my love' She knew that this was for her to do. I would be a man as far as I was able, but he was her pet and she would have to deal with this. We hugged.
As it was, she left him there for the day. On the walk into work she discussed a replacement,
'This time I'll get two so they don't get lonely. And I'll get them from a local pet store so they're used to being handled'
I half heartedly tried to dissuade her, but it was up to her and rodents are like crack, once you've had one...
So a trowel was borrowed and the biting, clawing menace that he was put into the hard, cold earth. I couldn't be there. I missed that sending off. That Christian burial. Did she cry? I do not know, but know better than to ask. I think she has her closure. I wish I could have been there for her and for him and for me.
She is talking about rats next. Oh, the humanity.