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March 2019 #625

H: (coughing and laughing) O darlin’!

Me: What?

H: Only you could appear as I undress.

Me: I can look at the floor?

H: I thought your complaint was of not being able to see me?

Me: It is. (trying to see him)

H: (coughing) That’s disconcerting…

Me: I can’t even work out whet your dressing into or out of, I can’t see anything intimate.

H: (wry) Don’t look too disappointed.

Me: Ha! You’re obviously feeling better.

H: Ablutions were restorative. I feel more myself.

Me: I’m glad to hear it.

H: (lighting a cigarette) What is it?

Me: It doesn’t have to be something…

H: No, it does not. But I see it is, none the less.

Me: My father’s health is really bad. He’s in hospital again. Tarot says he won’t die, but still… And Kal gets very grumpy and argumentative when he drinks bourbon. It hasn’t been the best evening.

H: I myself did not get louder but I did get more vicious in speech. What will you do?

Me: Suggest we don’t drink bourbon? Which is a pity. I like it. I’ll have to say it in a way that makes it sound like not his fault.

H: I didn’t know you so valued male pride!

Me: I don’t, but I know kicking it is trouble.

H: I am not certain (coughing) had you seen my life entire (coughing) you would love me as you do.

Me: Darlin’, no one who saw my life entire would even like me. I lived it and I hate me!

H: (coughing) Do you?

Me:…Not like I used to. But I still don’t like me much either.

H: Fool girl.

Me: People are stardust rearranged in different patterns – we’re complex and contradictory. Our minds and bodies are small galaxies of their own – abysmal and transcendent by turns. No one wants to know anyone utterly because we’re all magic lumps of meat with innards and snot. It’s why we have art and music and poetry – trying to show the stardust side of ourselves.

H: (shaking his head) That why you’re with me?

Me: No – you know it’s not. … Can you reincarnate?

H: I don’t know how to.

Me: Hm. You might come back as a spider or a shambling corpse…

H: (coughing) Never!

Me: I should go. Love you H.

H: Love you darlin’ girl.

Source: Tales of Necromancy

by cnkguy
March 2019 #625

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