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sideways  Walking through the aisles of the store, she began to wonder if she, if anyone, was thinking about anything at all, or if they were just walking up and down, mindlessly performing functions they had been programmed to perform. It reminded her of the stepford wives, no really real people. Her heart sped up as she tried to make eye contact with, well, anyone and couldn’t. No, she posited, it was more like the matrix where there was another world and she was acting out her part in this one and a cog had slipped and she’d become aware that she was just acting out a part when she wasn’t supposed to be aware. She’d seen past the façade and now it all looked rigged to her. Of course, this panic was just panic and this idea was just part of that panic and she was allowing all of this to go way too far and reality was there, all she had to do was step sideways and she could hold it again in her hand…just step sideways…so she did. She ran the groceries through the checkout, drove home, put them away, started the laundry. See……. She covered her mouth when the doorbell rang…….why did almost scream? She let the plumber into the basement and went back to her bedroom, picking up her kindle, swiping it open to the book she was reading. The was running in his sleep by her bed and he hand drifted slowly back and forth over his fur. The sound of the plumber below was suddenly absent. He must have finished the work. She scampered to the front window to see if he had left but the truck was still there. When she turned, he was right behind her. Just feet away. “How much do I owe you Hank?” “I’m not an idiot.” There was no way to parse the words. She shook her head and looked at him. ….. the world slipping sideways. It was the endless barking that made the neighbors call the police. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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Oh my WE.... Sideways indeed... Awesome post..
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Well, this sounds like the beginning of something you'd see on NBC's Dateline.
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We are all going through the motions... the lucky ones burst through the bubble into technicolor reality... or is it? Once in a lucky while we lock eyes with a kindred spirit - a fleeting affirmation, heart jumps... then back to looking at the cheese in the glass case at the deli counter... fucking cheese... I, who have climbed Kilimanjaro and gazed on Africa on a clear morning... watched the bright flash of a Kingfisher skimming above the surface of an unmapped tree lined, sun dappled, river in the jungles of Sarawak... I'm looking at cheese... and I succumb to the smile of the greasy haired lady behind the counter... I buy a pound... only to hold he moment... Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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The atmosphere is dense in this one. Well done. Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Well, this sounds like the beginning of something you'd see on NBC's Dateline. 
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Sounds like this story could get dark. Vive La Difference
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