Cafe Ignorance
So many strangers
So many strangers
Given it’s only the first book/piece, the first 50,000 words, but damn that was quick, a little over twenty days.
Now I’m gonna go not do anything for a week. Just kidding I’m probably not even going to take a break, just keep going into the next book LOL
Let’s do this.
I decided I will do a micro-fiction a day. That means six words to a story. Can’t wait!
When I was born I was a conjoined twin. My mother had to choose which one of us would get to live. I don’t know why she chose me. I got all the organs, the brain, the heart, and the blood to survive. I just know that everything I do, I feel the burden of my other half, the heaviness of this person who I simultaneously killed and spared the world, both without my choosing. Maybe that’s why I took the train. I guess I just don’t know.
I was eight and he was nine and my parakeet, Jimmy, died, and I didn’t know what to do because my parents weren’t home, and I called him on the phone and cried, and he rode all the way across town on his blue bike with the skinny flat tires, and we buried the bird in the backyard under the huckleberry bush, and he dug the little grave with a trowel and we wrapped Jimmy in toilet paper and put him in my Sketchers Kicks shoebox and put him in the ground, and that’s how I knew I loved him.
She lifts her head, it’s a 12˚ angle and her glasses slide down her nose. Jesus, she’s gorgeous. I don’t believe in God but if I did and I could ask him for something I would ask for her. I would ask for her and my dead cat back and for my brain to be fixed so I could talk to people.
I wake up facedown on the lawn. The soft side of the moon is calling my polymer soul, and if I can just reach out a hand to it, it will oblige me, but I realize I can’t. About the same time as this realization comes (or perhaps it is millennia later) I vomit quietly into the grass and curl onto my side, feeling the universe crushing my ribs and what’s inside them.
