Puzzle pieces... I'll spend the rest of the month hashing these out. But, for now. My (truly) first short stories of the New Year.
This is a story about Sam. Sam brought cheese to a football party. He found out the hard way that this wasn't the right game in-which to bring cheese to. Not because the host and the guests are lactose intolerant. Or, Vegan. It had nothing to do with dietary concerns. But, it had everything to do with team loyalty. Well, you will see why...
It's raining again. My already damp three piece suit is now clinging to my heavy set frame. My mother is correct, I need to go on a diet. "Denise, I will call you back once I get out of this rain", I say into my five year old smart phone. "Denise, can you hear me? Denise!", I project into the phone. Blimey, stupid Pacific Northwest rain. "Denise, I'm going to call you back. I'm about to catch pneumonia".
"Are you under the weather right now?", says a voice from behind me. "You can only have pneumonia if you already have the cold or flu." I turn around to see two brown eyes looking back at me. Two perfect brown eyes. Where the Hell did you come from? I must have absentmindedly stepped into this store. The owner of the brown eyes looks at me smirking. "What is that smell?", I respond back to her. "Fermentation". The smell is God awful. I am in a tiny shop with brick walls and peach painted wood floors. Once, when I was young, I visited a volcano park in Hawai'i. One whiff of sulfur and I raced back into my parents rental car. I got sick during the trip, apparently being allergic to sulfur. I got to play on my Playstation for a week. I became very good Commanding and Conquering.
(ehhhh..... I don't like where it's going - take two)
I'm looking at the window display of two cows kissing. One of the cows looks strangely like my ex-wife. If the pink cow is my ex-wife that would make the blue cow her second husband. I instantly want to rip the blue cows' head off. I ducked into this vestibule as the rain began to fall. No amount of concrete overhead can shield me from this. I repeat the mantra Dr. Silva discussed in our last session, "Forgiveness begins with me". I will not think about my ex-wife. I will let the rain engulf me. I will not decapitate a window display cow head.
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The Patriots are going to the Superbowl and I am stuck at the airport.
