tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post6883049259288199822..comments2024-03-24T11:17:10.498-07:00Comments on Unemployed Imagination.: 2 minutes. Go!JD Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-18976895022131418872015-12-20T14:21:55.460-08:002015-12-20T14:21:55.460-08:00Interesting angle, and really intriguing character...Interesting angle, and really intriguing characters. I want to know more about the docs. :)JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-78995980765546221772015-12-20T14:19:38.875-08:002015-12-20T14:19:38.875-08:00Agreed. :) And awesome character insight as always...Agreed. :) And awesome character insight as always.JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-48786420038895133342015-12-18T18:49:21.721-08:002015-12-18T18:49:21.721-08:00I feel the anxiety. That is awesome Dan. I feel the anxiety. That is awesome Dan. Intangible Heartshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05047040538015079182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-75236630896650008722015-12-18T18:39:34.989-08:002015-12-18T18:39:34.989-08:00Yes, the phone line was my favorite too. Plus I th...Yes, the phone line was my favorite too. Plus I think a lot about mold and mildew because someone I love lives in a house full of it. Deadly. Intangible Heartshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05047040538015079182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-51182144605244811902015-12-18T18:36:35.852-08:002015-12-18T18:36:35.852-08:00Oh that's so sweet and romantic. She took a ch...Oh that's so sweet and romantic. She took a chance! I love it. Intangible Heartshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05047040538015079182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-72124675759631133912015-12-18T18:31:52.046-08:002015-12-18T18:31:52.046-08:00
Sugar Cube
Eve Gaal
Shock didn’t sum it up...<br />Sugar Cube<br />Eve Gaal<br /><br /><br /> Shock didn’t sum it up and wouldn’t register under the doctor mask anyway. “Nurse Lois, can you find out if Dr. Roman is still on call?”<br /> “Of course. You need him now?”<br /> “Affirmative. Hand me the scalpel before you leave.” He sounded serious and the nurse quickly ran to the intercom to page Dr. Roman. <br /> She returned to Dr. Brown’s side and asked about the patient. “Should I hook up the IV?<br />“No, not yet. I think she’ll be fine after the removal. Little bed rest at home will do her good,” he replied, poking what he had thought was a tumor. <br /> Roman swung through the doors while tying on a mask and pulling on some rubber gloves. “Brown, you have a way of knowing about golf days. Two minutes and I would have been on my way to La Quinta.”<br /> “Check this out,” Dr. Brown said without laughing. “What do you think? Can you help me remove it?”<br />Dr. Roman’s eyes took in the horrible white mass protruding out of the recumbent patient. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen one this bad.”<br /> “What is it?”<br /> “It’s sugar and salt. Probably fifty pounds right there--more than they allow a UPS driver to lift--but you and I together--should be able to get her free of it.”<br /> The nurse had to ask, “But how did it all become one big block?”<br />Roman looked at Brown and answered, “Well she obviously over did the Halloween candy, Thanksgiving goodies and had too much fun at holiday parties in general. What this woman needs is some exercise and some green vegetables. I imagine she’ll love weighing fifty pounds less after this procedure.”<br /> Dr. Brown chimed in with his analysis while drilling a small crane-like apparatus onto the block. “It’s like a sugar cube that didn’t dissolve.”<br /> “Except,” Roman added, “this has to be the result of years’ worth of indulgences in sugary drinks, donuts and salt too....” Dr. Roman looked at her lovely face and wondered how the patient ended up in such a bad situation. “She looks like a nice person.”<br /> Dr. Brown began lifting the white chunk from her stomach. “Before you fall in love, I need your help here. Besides, she’s getting married. “ <br /> Roman reached around and they both lifted it out and dumped the massive growth into the sink. The nurse wiped perspiration from Dr. Brown’s neck and forehead. “Thanks, that was heavy. Now go play golf and leave me alone while I sew her up.” <br /> Dr. Roman pulled his rubber gloves off and threw them into the trash. “But who is she?”<br /> “An heiress—some kind of sugar plantation in Hawaii.”<br />Dr. Roman laughed. “Did you say sugar?” He continued laughing and Nurse Lois had to snicker under her mask but tried maintaining her professional attitude. When Dr. Roman exited the operating room, his laughter bounced along the hall out to the garage and into his Porsche. <br /> Intangible Heartshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05047040538015079182noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-45113116684564837242015-12-18T16:10:24.446-08:002015-12-18T16:10:24.446-08:00Thank you... and JD will forever be "Frefre&q...Thank you... and JD will forever be "Frefre" to me... Leland Dirkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00813252580295128296noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-2317539937054193052015-12-18T16:06:16.459-08:002015-12-18T16:06:16.459-08:00Okay, I'm intrigued now.Okay, I'm intrigued now.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-4484959684527002682015-12-18T16:04:50.351-08:002015-12-18T16:04:50.351-08:00Holy cats. I'd frame that, too. So powerful.Holy cats. I'd frame that, too. So powerful.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-7437962095361681352015-12-18T16:03:51.174-08:002015-12-18T16:03:51.174-08:00Oooh.Oooh.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-18576165477692746942015-12-18T16:03:10.074-08:002015-12-18T16:03:10.074-08:00This is so beautiful.This is so beautiful.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-38473288971762105462015-12-18T16:02:59.271-08:002015-12-18T16:02:59.271-08:00LOL, he was! I put in so many damn commas, even th...LOL, he was! I put in so many damn commas, even though a whole shitload are still missing. Oh, and worse, there's a factual mistake: should be gramophone not radio, since no one ever played an actual record on a radio, lol. D'oh.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-37379220328530968042015-12-18T16:01:08.958-08:002015-12-18T16:01:08.958-08:00Damn, I can't unfeel that handshake. Thanks, b...Damn, I can't unfeel that handshake. Thanks, brother, that's my weekend ruined. ;)<br /><br />But seriously, I wish I could get to <i>all</i> the pieces today, but at least I'm glad to have gotten to this one.David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-14074390653904641912015-12-18T16:01:02.109-08:002015-12-18T16:01:02.109-08:00"For all your desperate fears and depressions..."For all your desperate fears and depressions there will always be baby chuckles." Yeah. What Leland said.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-10144636461915109272015-12-18T16:00:06.303-08:002015-12-18T16:00:06.303-08:00Heart. And that first piece busted mine open. Love...Heart. And that first piece busted mine open. Love the line about the rotary phone.Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-25370905691110427772015-12-18T15:57:38.780-08:002015-12-18T15:57:38.780-08:00Suzy had worried the small, wrapped package in her...Suzy had worried the small, wrapped package in her fingers for so long that the tape on one side began to become unglued. It was silly, really. She hardly knew the guy. How well could you know someone you sat across the aisle from on the train to and from the city? Granted, it had been at least a year that they’d been riding the same train, the six-fifteen in the morning and the five forty-five in the evening, and they’d barely exchanged a handful of words, maybe a few sentences here and there, idle small talk, but she couldn’t help shake the feeling that there was something of significance in those brief transactions. The way he listened, the way his eyes lingered on her, the way he always let her exit first when the train pulled into Grand Central Station. That he always had a smile for her when she walked into the car at the end of the day.<br /><br />It had to mean something. When she told her office mate what she’d purchased on her lunch hour, the woman thought Suzy was nuts. “Do you even know his name?” Suzy had to admit that she didn’t. That was when the doubts crept in. All afternoon, she considered and reconsidered her decision. She even thought about taking a different train. But then in her mind she saw his warm brown eyes sweeping the length of their usual car, his thick eyebrows drooping with disappointment when he didn’t find her. “So, you’re doing this, aren’t you?” her office mate said as Suzy shut down her computer and grabbed her purse from the drawer. “He could be married. He could be a total asshole. You don’t know anything about this guy.”<br /><br />True. She knew nothing. He didn’t wear a ring, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was single. But still, here she was. She pressed the unstuck end of the tape to the wrapping paper and smoothed it with the back of her nail. Then checked her watch for the fifteenth time. Three minutes until the train left the platform and the seat across the aisle was still empty. It was a silly gift, really. Cufflinks with tiny locomotive engines. Maybe her uncle would like them. He loved trains. She tucked the box back into her purse, extracted a romance novel, and settled into her seat for the ride. Chiding herself for her misguided idea. Two minutes until the train left the station. The speaker crackled. Last call, the conductor said, express to Poughkeepsie, first stop 125th Street.<br /><br />She glanced up as the doors began to close. And a hand reached up to grab them. Then the warm, brown eyes found hers, and smiled.<br />Laurie Borishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08361627047571650547noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-5228731214335157902015-12-18T15:54:03.046-08:002015-12-18T15:54:03.046-08:00There's something different to this one though...There's something different to this one though. Usually, I'd know your writing blindfolded. This one? I would have been pretty sure. And I mean that as a total compliment. And the lowercase? I literally imagine your inner editor beating your inner writer with a bar stool. ;)JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-33942549781417719852015-12-18T15:51:41.289-08:002015-12-18T15:51:41.289-08:00Ha ha, I thought we had a new playmate! But yeah, ...Ha ha, I thought we had a new playmate! But yeah, I keep circling and worrying the same themes. Maybe I should write a comedy, help blow the cobwebs away!David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-3522557017183548442015-12-18T15:48:01.472-08:002015-12-18T15:48:01.472-08:00It's too much, the contrast. You're used t...It's too much, the contrast. You're used to a certain level of murkiness. This, it's like jumping between hot tub and snow. It's all good and all bad. It's fucking terrifying. You try to smooth the edges of it, to blend it like a crayon-smear, to raise it to the heavens for examination, but you - fall short, are not. Capable. <br /><br />You see an ocean of bliss and towering mountains of loss. Your head says one thing while your guts churn and boast, bitch. Fuck. Anxiety. Even the fucking word sounds frantic. <br /><br />There is a small woman. Little red pumps. Not sexy. Forced. Coerced. Divorced. You can smell the divorce. It drips like expensive perfume and fear smell. She is hunting. See the small boy, lost, can't find his parents. Dumb. Shit. <br /><br />I don't even know what you can do about it. What you can say about it. You'll waylay days about it. Not. Know. Shit. <br /><br />There will be a fat man. You will shake his hand and his fingers will feel like a package of wet dicks. Literally. And you will think 'I never thought I was one of those guys who judged other people by their hand shake?"<br /><br />You will fuck up. Fuck up. Everyone look at the fuck up. He's gonna fuck up. <br /><br />See?JD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-13991112505380378812015-12-18T15:38:22.935-08:002015-12-18T15:38:22.935-08:00Apparently someone didn't sign out of their em...Apparently someone didn't sign out of their email. ;) frefre is meJD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-67477356335361332142015-12-18T15:38:09.190-08:002015-12-18T15:38:09.190-08:00Apparently someone didn't sign out of their em...Apparently someone didn't sign out of their email. ;) frefre is meJD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-91280501197349354322015-12-18T15:37:59.495-08:002015-12-18T15:37:59.495-08:00Apparently someone didn't sign out of their em...Apparently someone didn't sign out of their email. ;) frefre is meJD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-65391614367406325112015-12-18T15:37:12.959-08:002015-12-18T15:37:12.959-08:00Apparently someone didn't sign out of their em...Apparently someone didn't sign out of their email. ;) frefre is meJD Maderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-28477792345253579582015-12-18T15:35:15.003-08:002015-12-18T15:35:15.003-08:00This is both familiar and feels totally new. The d...This is both familiar and feels totally new. The details of the record - I mean, it's all killer, but that is perfect. Absolutely perfect. Frefrehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06683028312723865298noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-64478389940687515662015-12-18T15:33:11.929-08:002015-12-18T15:33:11.929-08:00Wow. This is really, really good. (Today was the l...Wow. This is really, really good. (Today was the last day of school. My brain can't think of smart things - graded too many essays). This is deadly. Frefrehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06683028312723865298noreply@blogger.com