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Flash Fiction: Eugene
The ceiling was free flowing, endless, white. Days ran together as if time never existed, and yet there was a longing I couldn’t quench. A need I couldn’t satisfy, but what was it. What need did I have? Why did I even desire the solution?
Vacant voices have always surrounded me. The same smiling, empty faces of people I didn’t know. Always talking in the same monotone void.
“Mr. Walker, my name is Brenda. I’ll be taking care of you this evening,” a woman spoke pretentiously.
Who are you? Where is my wife? Stop this debauchery immediately. She continued as if she was a mockingbird and I the flower. The sensation of her cold clammy hands on my skin was annoying. They were always annoying. They were always rough, uncaring. Constantly molesting my flesh, these prickly unbearable things.
“There. All done. Now that wasn’t so bad was it?” she said.
How dare this thing mock me. That cow that face, that…
“Mr. Walker, it’s time to eat now,” this ocean deep voice stated.
Keep your crummy hands off me you meatbag! My objections fell on deaf ears. My throat became warm as the vacuum became silent. Chicken potpie was always my favorite. The ceiling was a pinwheel, twisting spinning colorfully. No! I’m not ready! NO! NO! NO! Stay open…
“Mr. Walker? Mr. Walker?’ A baritone male said.
“Eugene?” A woman said faintly.
Wait, I know that voice. Mirenda? Mirenda is that you?
“Eugene, wake up. It’s time,” she said meekly.
Mirenda! It is you! How I have missed you dearly. Wait till I tell you about how these assholes abuse me daily. Wait…why are you crying? Did I make you cry? You know how I hate to see your beautiful face turn ugly with tears. I didn’t mean to…
“Can he hear me?” looking at the male nurse, her hands rigidly clutching her purple neckline.
“Yes. He can hear and see you, he just can’t respond,” comforting her.
Hey you cow! Get your hands off my wife! You just wait. I’ll bite them off. Where are my dentures? Mirenda, where are my dentures woman? Her eyes glanced over to me lovingly. You have grown more beautiful with each passing year Mirenda. I’m such a lucky man.
“Eugene. I have to move on. I can’t keep doing this,” she said biting back her raindrops.
Who is he? I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him, I will Mirenda. You wait and see. Just you wait Mirenda. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, I never could. She smelt of Jasmine and roses as she leaned over me her hand on my chest. Her lips were like bathing in aloe. Warm. Loving. Soft. Mirenda. My sweet beautiful Mirenda, my June bug. You have grown so beautiful. Her hair tickled my nose as she rose from our embrace that seemed to last a lifetime. Our eyes were soul mates traveling through time. She smiled, her nose turned up, the crows had been resting on her face for years as she thumped me on my forehead. Damnit Mirenda! Just you wait till I’m out this. I’ll get you back. Her lips silently said one more phrase. I. Love. You. Then she was gone; hell she didn’t even look back. I mean, don’t suppose can blame her now. Or can I?
“Mr. Walker, it’s time for your bath,” a female voice said in the background.
Is that Brenda? I really despise that cow; she’s always so damn annoying.
The ceiling was free flowing, endless, white. Days ran together as if time never existed, and there I was, alone. Surrounded by vacant voices and empty faces in a monochromatic void.