She said she didn't know anything about it, and you kind of had to believe her. Even if it was bullshit. You couldn't prove it, and it would give her a little boost to the supposed moral high ground if you did. You smiled a plastic smile and grunted. She kept on talking about the dog and the fence and the walls ached for a fist. Instead, you pushed it into a little ball and squashed it down, smiling. You wondered if that was how people get cancer. Would that little ball turn into a tumor? Just keep nodding and smiling.
There was no way you could ever know. She denied it and, maybe in her mind, it had never happened. Shit, she was getting older. It could have been innocent. But her 'faculties' always seemed...inconsistent. They served her purposes. You can't call someone on faking dementia. She would know that of course.
There was a boy you knew growing up. He never smiled and rarely spoke. He sat beside himself at lunch. He was a tiny drop of sadness in an ocean of fad-clothes and posturing. When he killed himself, everyone acted surprised. It was a misdirect. It was self-protection. It was when you realized the world was an ocean of lies supporting ships that sail aimlessly, pretending on a destination, sinkable.
Love the line, "He sat beside himself at lunch". I t says so much.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Yvonne!Delete
You've got some great language here, really enjoying some of the lines. The last paragraph feels disconnected from the first two. It seems like the narrative breaks off when it should have been coming to a climax.ReplyDelete
Thanks Tim. I play a little fast and loose sometimes, it's true.Delete
My friend, Dan. The rock and roll writer. Rocks those thoughts, rolls those words and phrases, throws them out to the crowd, lets us trip, then comes back around the curve to provide the ending.ReplyDelete
I love these delicious scenes where you meander, "play a little fast and loose". It's the Mader way. ;))
You know, it's funny, I was thinking yesterday...it's a lot easier to read these pieces if you've read my stuff. Because I'm a MC rider and straight roads are boring. ;)Delete