Wednesday's Three Word Wednesday
The words over at Three Word Wednesday are generate, meager and tease.
Strange Context
He gazes at his curved reflection on the spoon, studying his face in the convex bulge and idly thinking of the “Where’s Waldo” character, the funny watch cap, the creepy striped sweater.
He lifts a lip to study his rather sharp right incisor, trying to generate enough forward motion to propel himself past the spoon, away from idle thoughts and back into the present.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Oh, she’s still there. Right. Act natural, smile. Give her all the pearly whites.
“Every single word.”
He says it as a tease, cocks his head playfully, rumples his shoulders in a play that says “I am now yours, receptive.”
Her face is a blank canvas, he thinks. Void of emotional paint; even her lips – he finds them painfully meager – form a straight line of ordinary.
He breaths deeply, ends with a slight cough, readying her for more witty banter.
“You were describing your co-worker’s dilemma, her finding the boss furiously masturbating early one morning in the conference room?”
Wait, that can’t be right, can it?
Her face registers shock, horror. He studies her for a moment, but is drawn back to his image on the spoon. His nose looks so huge, textured.
And drifts off thinking about puppies, why science hasn’t yet found a way to keep them from growing up when she hits him with her napkin as she passes. It ends up draped over the spoon, silencing again his consciousness streaming.
“Fuck you, creep.”
“Yes, my dear, I’ll be happy to get the check.”
He says this while gesturing in slight movements with the little spoon-and-napkin puppet she’s inadvertently created.
Strange Context
He gazes at his curved reflection on the spoon, studying his face in the convex bulge and idly thinking of the “Where’s Waldo” character, the funny watch cap, the creepy striped sweater.
He lifts a lip to study his rather sharp right incisor, trying to generate enough forward motion to propel himself past the spoon, away from idle thoughts and back into the present.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Oh, she’s still there. Right. Act natural, smile. Give her all the pearly whites.
“Every single word.”
He says it as a tease, cocks his head playfully, rumples his shoulders in a play that says “I am now yours, receptive.”
Her face is a blank canvas, he thinks. Void of emotional paint; even her lips – he finds them painfully meager – form a straight line of ordinary.
He breaths deeply, ends with a slight cough, readying her for more witty banter.
“You were describing your co-worker’s dilemma, her finding the boss furiously masturbating early one morning in the conference room?”
Wait, that can’t be right, can it?
Her face registers shock, horror. He studies her for a moment, but is drawn back to his image on the spoon. His nose looks so huge, textured.
And drifts off thinking about puppies, why science hasn’t yet found a way to keep them from growing up when she hits him with her napkin as she passes. It ends up draped over the spoon, silencing again his consciousness streaming.
“Fuck you, creep.”
“Yes, my dear, I’ll be happy to get the check.”
He says this while gesturing in slight movements with the little spoon-and-napkin puppet she’s inadvertently created.
Comments
Intriguing topic, too... to file under the "what on Earth were they thinking?" file...
Somewhere between Venus and Mars...
I like how real and gritty this is. It makes no apologies. So much a "so what" attitude. it's great with the descriptions.
Nice puppet and a very interesting read.
-Tim
My 3ww is here:
http://timremp.blogspot.com/2010/02/of-god-of-death-of-man.html
Sending 'get well soon' wishes your way...
A great piece as always... read your comment about the first line! :)
Nice! Thank you for the words and thank you for doing it -even though you are sick:(
thank you for your comment!
Know what I mean, Jellybean?
Kidding aside, this one felt so REAL. Those stupid little things we all do when we are bored but don't let ourselves think about it, and the rambling thoughts and inane conversations we hold even in our own heads.
Well done. I found myself smiling at the end, especially at the inadvertent puppet.
Wonderful take on a wanderlust mind!
CD
Great descriptions.
Great piece of flash - well written .