Tract Housing National Forest II

Insomnia inspired scrib.

   " How does this happen? We find ourselves one day having an affair, addicted to drugs, crying on our floors desperately picking through our herpes. We are lost in our own lives, trapped beneath the rubble of ourselves. We've had parents or friends who, with all their love, could not free us from our stupidty. So, we sit, sit and wait, sit and wait for that hero banging on the other side of mirrors, in the pictures of us as children. Forgotten is our identity, our divinity, crying out to God and deafened by our own screams." Mandy pushes her hair back, leans against the counter.

 

"I'm sorry? D-did you say something? I mean, was there a question there?"

 

"Well, yes, yes for god's sake. I'm asking how do we end up in these spaces? How did I end up here or you there for that matter?"

 

"You mean how did you end up with a broken washer and how did I end up fixing it?"

 

"NO! W-well yes I j-"

 

"You read all those books in there?"

 

"I-"

 

"Where'd you go to school?"

 

 

"College? Um, well, Cornell... and State but I had to stop going because my father fell ill and-"

 

"He die on you? That must've been tough. What was that like?"

 

"Well, I wasn't really there, then, not then. You see I had a friend who invited me to Toronto for eight-eight-eighteen months and I-"

 

"Uh-huh?"

 

"D-don't you, don't look at me-judge me like you know what I've gone through. You're just some repairman and you start talking to me like you know me!? You don't know me! You don't know where I've been, what I've gone through. How dare you!"

 

"OK, ok"

 

"Wait, what are you doin!? Where are you going? You can't just leave! I need my washer fixed! I'm not paying you!"

 

"No, you're not, because nothing wrong here, not with your appliances and I would appreciate it if you called someone else from now on.There's nothing wrong with your fridge or your phone or you stove or your washer. There's nothing wrong with any piece of furniture for that matter. J-just call someone else cuz I can't fix what you got broke."

 

"NO! don't leave PLEASE DON'T LEAVE, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO- HERE, here, wait, here try this"

 

sigh "What?"

 

"Here, try this, try my cake."

 

"What? O...k"

 

"Well? Don't look at me like it's poisoned, just try it, try my cake."

 

"It's...it's good, it's good."

 

"It doesn't taste like cardboard?"

 

"No, no it doesn't taste like cardboard."

 

"Yes it does, it's horrible, it has no taste, nothing has its taste anymore."

 

"No, it's good, really it's good I-"

 

"You wanna f**k?"

 

"uh"

 

"You wanna f**k? What am I not pretty? You don't find me pretty?"

 

"No, I do, its just I'm fixing the thing and you're angry and I'm ju-"

 

"What you're married? Gay, you're gay?"

 

"No, no I'm not gay or married-"

 

"Kiss me"

 

"I-"

 

"Kiss me."

 

"O.k."

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Forgive me, the idea is all I wanted to get down. I don't even know what to do with this.

Reviews

[Pork Chopkins]

I like this a lot. Lots of dialogue usually keeps my attention and you've done very well at doing just that. The opening paragraph was fantastic, that's not always easy to do. Good stuff.

[Clarisse Nanoit]

HAHAHAHAHA! I love the crazy lady. I think I'll read this about a bajillion more times. How creative and funny this is. I'm still trying to figure out where you come up with this stuff!!!
KH