Cobalt Blue

Cobalt Blue

 

Tonight, an orange bus stop bench in a sleepless statue garden cradles my misery.  Memories are jackboot armies lined up for blocks to take turns at kicking me in the head. It was a little white house by a dirty lake. My aunt lived in the tiny guestroom with the ugly red chili pepper wallpaper. My mother told me that we had to be nice to her because Jesus was always watching. She was my dad’s sister. She swore she was a Victorian princess who was bitten by a Chinese vampire during a masquerade ball in 1873. For some horrible reason, she bought hemorrhoid cream by the case. Her eyes were cobalt blue and she wore long white silk gloves even when she slept. She once used my plastic toy telephone to call Copernicus and complain that the stars were too close to her window. The call lasted 45 minutes. What scares me is that I now know exactly what she meant. Every song I’ve ever heard is crawling just beneath my skin like audio parasitic confusion. Perhaps, I inherited this insanity when my aunt died last year. Or maybe I’ve gone crazy because Jesus won’t stop staring at me. His eyes are cobalt blue and he wears long white silk gloves even when he sleeps.  

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

The call lasted 45 minutes.
This is so full of vile and twist that you need to read it EXACTLY how its read. A quick collection of thoughts that requires no form, and tells 30 different stories in one.
I need to make a request. I need more of the woman on the phone. What the f**k is her story? The rewind to colbolt blue and throwbacks to the beginning is genius in print.

You have a fan sir,
I'm all in

[Jennifer Lenhardt]

Love the writer's voice in your pieces. It really grabs the reader and pulls them into what your telling. Ever written anything longer? I would imagine you have, but if not, you should. I myself am going to try and write at least one short story a month - just one of my new year's resolutions so to speak. Loved this piece though - great work!

[Kerry O'Connor]

I love the intense detail you squeeze onto every line. This piece has left me pondering the thin line between sanity and mental disease. The switch around at the end (Perhaps I inherited this insanity) is a humbling reminder that no one is necessarily exempt, life takes its toll. You know how much I chuckled over the ironic twist of the final line.

[OT]

another one for me to ponder hmm! vivid imagery as always - i think your play on colours does that - the brighter ones that our mind can't ignore - orange! this also had quite a dark streak going through it I think!! and I concur! we need more of this woman with her cobalt blue eyes and white silk gloves!!! perhaps her undoing or how she got to this!!?

to add - it's proven that the insane see the world more realistically than we do!! (that is if we are not insane)

[Robin]

anytime anyone wants perspective , hang around the insane , and watch that line blur ...