(continued from Awake)
When Raju arrived home later that night he could tell, by the sound of the water shushing through the pipes, that his wife, Larry was in the shower. He was tempted to join him, but let that thought go. Since deciding to devote his every waking thought to God he was tending more and more towards celibacy. He found the ins and outs of sex to be rather distracting and way too basic for his needs. As he locked the door behind him he debated, for the millionth time, on telling Larry about the malignant tumour. He let that thought go too.
Walking into the kitchen he put on the light and began to take ingredients from the fridge for a simple meal: spinach, mustard greens, cucumber peel, endive, green scallion, watercress, collard greens, Brussels sprouts, broccoli, lettuce, cabbage, turnip green, – all in the blender with a half pint of spring water.
Minutes later, as he poured out the greenish gloop, and was considering whether he should reflect on which might kill him soonest – the cancer-killing diet or cancer itself, Larry walked in, a towel around his waist, hair still wet from the shower. Raju’s thoughts about food and cancer spontaneously stopped.
Larry was badly in need of a hug. The scare he’d had in the empty building had shaken him, and that, combined with his work anxiety, had left him in desperate need of a human touch.
After reaching home, he’d spent a good fifteen minutes lying in the dark, anxiously stroking his thick beard and trying to think of nothing so much as nothing. Concluding that this was doing precisely nothing for him, he’d repaired to the shower instead.
Coming out of the shower, Larry heard the sound of the blender in the kitchen. Still hot and wet, he wrapped a towel loosely around his waist and padded through to join Raju. As he walked into the kitchen with a seductive look on his face and a careless roll to his hips that he’d calculated would sway the towel open more than a little, he smiled at Raju and rolled his eyes at his glass of green slime.
As Larry’s eyes hit eleven o’clock, the lights went out. All of them. By the time they reached one o’clock the windows had blown inwards, and as they snapped towards Raju’s shocked and uncomprehending face, the screaming began in earnest.
(continues in Boom)
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More…hurry!
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Nah – one per day is enough. 🙂
The next one is up and waiting for you. 😉
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But that requires patience. I hate being patient! Are you trying to improve me?
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Abso-blooming-lutely! Don’t you like being improved? 😀
You be Iike a room with a fresh coat of paint. 😉
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The 11 o’clock and one o’clock reference are to where Larry is looking as he’s rolling his eyes? Nice build up, interesting characterization, yep, I need to know what the screaming is!
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Yes – you got it precisely! 🙂 Have you ever read anything like that before?
The next episode is up, but you’ll have to wait until later to know what the screaming is about – although, you could probably guess …
Hope you’re feeling fine, Dee. Blessings – Robert.
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Eh…?! What in the world happened…?
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Sorry about that. It’s tricksy to do a dystopian thriller without flushing a few characters down the proverbial. 😦
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Okay.
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Oh – hold on – it’s the next one where people start dying. Sorry – I got ahead of myself, Ananya. 🙂
Kindness – Robert.
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I am crying buckets of laughter after reading this comment….!!! 😀 😀 😀
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I like that you connected the characters- Larry and Raju. It was Larry before, right? I think so. He seems to be in a better mood. Or at least he was before his house exploded!
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Yeah, I think he may be on love with Raju. He makes him happy. Pity about his house … and Raju’s cancer. Apart from those things … oh, and his fear of empty buildings, and his shit job he’s having a pretty good time of it. 😉
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Well, hopefully love will see him through the explosion, cancer, fear, and shit job…(You might be a little bit evil) 😛
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Yeah, well, the essence of a good story is to portray someone with a place they need to be, and then to place one or two obstacles in front of them. To be honest, I did that without thinking. Maybe all these books I’ve read are subconsciously guiding me? Well, that’s my theory anyway.
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It’s a good theory. I think you’re just a good writer. You know what you’re doing. 😊
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Ahh – don’t tell anyone – I’m making this up as I go along!
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Ok. Shhh
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😉
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