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Two Bucks at Goodwill

“Life’s absurd isn’t it?” Charlie pushed his thick black framed glasses back onto the bridge of his nose before chugging the last of the whiskey.

Greta never drank, she figured liquor wasn’t needed to enhance the crushing silences she felt. She never thought either of them needed liquor or drugs to take them over the threshold to particularly dark places.

“Is life absurd?” Charlie’s lips twitched into the smallest of smiles at Greta’s response.

The ocean below them didn’t seem absurd with the way it moved in and out, crashing onto the rocks.

Neither did the gulls above as they circled for food.

Then again they were only doing what they were meant to do. They were controlled by higher instincts which humans long ago over ruled.

“Is this what we’re going to do?” Charlie’s voice, rough with a whiskey burn, brought Greta’s mind back to the long grass they sat in. For a second she considered the man next to her, slight and lanky in a suit two sizes too big. He’d abandoned the tie when they realized neither knew how to properly tie it. Now it just occasionally writhed in the wind a few feet away. “I do like your dress.” Charlie whispered.

Greta let her fingers slide over the vintage lace. “Two bucks at goodwill. Can you believe that?” She plucked at the oversized straps in some attempt to keep them from slipping off her shoulders again. “I guess for two bucks you can’t have everything you’ve dreamed of.”

The true absurdity of the situation hit Greta like a punch to the chest, stealing her breath away for a second.

“Are you ok?” Charlie moved closer in some attempt to comfort. He laid his hand over hers but pulled it back just as quickly when he noticed the tears on her cheeks. “Are you ready?” His voice was barely audible over the waves below.

Greta’s eyes fell on the glinting metal of the pistol that sat mostly un-noticed between them surrounded by several bottles of whiskey in various states of emptiness.

“This world’s always going to be absurd, whether we’re here or not.” Charlie nodded empathetically but she could see confusion flash in his eyes. “I mean, sitting here, just in it you know …”

Charlie let the grass gently move through his fingers. “Yeah, I mean, I guess.”

“It just seems …” She considered the words carefully. “I mean, what do you say we do something else instead?” The suggestion seemed to put him at ease.


Greta stretched the lace in her skirt between long fingers. “Let’s get married.” He shifted away from her while pulling open another bottle of whiskey. “It’s no more absurd than this.” She waved a hand in the air as if the whole of their lives could be encompassed in a small motion.

Charlie seemed to shrink into himself, quietly staring out into the horizon. For a few moments the sound of crashing waves and screaming gulls drowned out the craziness of the world behind them.

He lifted the bottle to his lips but stopped short. “We don’t have rings and shouldn’t I ask you?”

Greta pointed to her dress, “Did you not hear me earlier? Two bucks at goodwill. I bet there’s a ring or two there. After all, life’s absurd right?”

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Funnel Clouds and Silence

Word dump writing attempt, prompt – WordPress Daily Prompt – Funnel

Music of choice: Artist – Balmorhea – no specific song or album, just listening to them on Spotify.


Funnel clouds.

I’m from tornado country.

When I was growing up it would rain all winter, cold shocking rain that pierced your skin when it hit. When spring came the rain didn’t stop, it just warmed up but brought with it heavy downpours and storms.

Try explaining tornado sirens aka repurposed air raid sirens to people who have never had to worry about them before.

Or why the yellow sky sets me on edge.

But the purpling blue cloud of a man descending on our skyline doesn’t.

People seem to forget how quiet it is …

Right before the storm.

That’s not a saying just because, it’s true.

The birds know.

Beasts know.

When that funnel hits the ground …

They’ve been telling you.

It’s the same with all disasters, earthquakes …

Almost with human made ones too.


The silence almost always precedes it.

Hits to the gut, the legs, the back …

There was always unimaginable noise

Yelling, screaming …

Then silence.

Or at least a call for it, “shut up!”

The universe begs us to be quiet.


There will be plenty of noise when that funnel cloud hits the ground.

It sounds like a freight train, rumbling everything around.

Walls start crumbling …

When I was in school they pretended that having us sit in the hall with our heads covered and our asses in the air would protect us.

It’s ironic that it’s almost the same position you end up in when life’s noise becomes too much.

On the ground.

Hands over your head.

After all, your most precious commodity is your brain.

You can break your spine,

Lose your legs,

Never walk again.

But as long as you can still think,

As long as you can still reach for that silence.


My 10 minutes are up.

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Call Me Olivia

WordPress Daily Prompt – Ooze

“Call me Olivia. You’ll hate me in the end.”

It seemed like an odd introduction but when you’ve lived a life filled with oddity you tend to just go with it. Olivia had materialized on my front lawn during a particularly boring Tuesday afternoon. Her lanky frame cast a lovely awkward shadow over the ant hill I was watching.

I think that was why I loved Olivia. She never once asked about my obsession with bugs or birds. She didn’t think it was odd that I found people to be generally a waste of space or that I was certain aliens walked among us.

And before she pushed me into the oozing pile of purple jello that would change my life she pressed her thin lips against mine.

“Remember that I said you’ll hate me in the end?” Still starry eyed at the mystic qualities of that first kiss I simply nodded, “Well, now it’s time.”