Friday, July 09, 2004

Creative Writing

Boring repetitive tasks seem to dull on forever.  But somebody's got to do them.

 

I sip a cola and continue sliding my thumb down the side of the flyers.  They bend into shape.

 

I felt week as my limbs shook from the simplest of tasks; why couldn't my body just take the energy it needed from the oversized stomach I felt I had.  That's what the fat was there for.  ‘No’ I reminded myself, 'It's only for emergencies.'

 

The soda can hit my lips.  I was shaking again.  My arm hurt from folding yet I was only a fifth done.

 

It's been a half of an hour since I last checked the time.

 

I sat back down with a small bag of candy in my hands.  I licked my lips despite the fact that I knew it would only make the shaking worse.  I told myself it wouldn't.

 

As the hard candy fell into my mouth it felt much bigger than it did in my hands.  I rolled it around on my tongue and continued folding.

 

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