Julz dared me to “post something” from an email I wrote her today. The first sentence started her dare – everything else was never uttered and never happened.
I had tears in my eyes, streaming down my cheekbones and my clean-shaven cheeks, falling into a pool of sparkling brilliance. I hadn’t laughed so hard in weeks, not since an old guy stood at my counter berating me and pointing at his erection that hadn’t subsided in three hours. This time I was laughing because my co-worker shared the unfortunate event of a night at the bar, tobasco-soaked peanuts, and her boyfriend’s changing moans to howling screams while giving him head and licking his balls. She knew the best brands for topical burns. I told her about the time I exchanged a roommate’s bottle of lube with the “extra hot” variety and we laughed again, holding our stomachs.
The tears melted into the fabric of my pants and I remembered the last time I cried. Yesterday. The woman in line for her high blood pressure collapsed and couldn’t be revived. One of the paramedics was her son. A fireman held him while he cried. We all cried. I thought about riding with them to the hospital, to help, to do something. My boss wanted to know when we could get back to counting pills. The main checker called him a douchebag on the loudspeaker. Customers who’d seen and heard everything cheered.
The face of the paramedic has been with me since yesterday. His eyes. I don’t want to remember, but I don’t want to forget him either. I have no words for his loss.
**Your turn – take the last sentence and start your own short story/post, either on your blog or in these comments. You have been triple dog dared.**
May 7, 2008 at 9:00 am
[...] have no words for his loss. I have no words for his loss. To see the man I have grown to love in this condition is to see him as a child. A child who, when [...]
May 7, 2008 at 9:01 am
http://shinshige.wordpress.com/2008/05/07/i-have-no-words/
This was fun.
Thanks, Sid. Or, should I thank Julz?
May 7, 2008 at 1:56 pm
She knew the best brands for topical burns. The loud brassy blonde in our class swore up and down that it was true. She had convinced him to rub it on his privates. “It would feel unbelievable,” she told him.
We howled with laughter when she told us how he hopped up and down trying to get the cream off. How he jumped into the shower. When the heat hit the “Heat” he screamed. Tears rolled down his face, as he grabbed his clothes and left her apartment at high speed.
After howling, after the laughter-tears, one girl sobered up enough to ask, “Why didya do it?”
“Because I could,” she said.
May 7, 2008 at 1:59 pm
Sorry, I didn’t take the last sentence.. I did take the sentence that sparked a memory but it should have said, “She knew the best brands for arthritic pain.”
May 7, 2008 at 5:51 pm
http://lynnblossom.wordpress.com/
I was double dog dared to start a blog. So here it is.
My latest loss will turn out to be my best gain. Let me know . . .
Lynn Blossom, formerly known as Lynnski
May 7, 2008 at 10:00 pm
Oh….Ummmm…LOL
This was hilarious! I am not much of s story writer, so I will just follow those who participate and read them…*winks*
Thankyou for the nice comment. I sure will have a great time!
May 7, 2008 at 11:50 pm
I had no words for “his loss.” I was completely stumped.
So I asked my roommate, “Hey Frank. What’s a six-letter word starting with “W” for ‘his loss.’ I can’t think of anything. . . .
contined on my blog.
Lynnski
May 9, 2008 at 3:58 pm
http://mayasagaypole.blogspot.com/2008/05/triple-dog-dared-from-sideon.html
I took a stab at it.