So it's been a really long time since I posted any writing on this blog. I've been busy with my celebrity weakness project (Only Human) and rarely have time to write other things. But luckily I squeezed this one out this morning. Its not done yet, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks brah(s). Billabong. (That was for you, Andrew.)
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Spiders on the Wall
Glen Binger
Her eyes creaked open in the misty morning sun seeping through my dusty window. From her facial expression, I could tell she thought I was watching her sleep, but really I had just woken up and coincidentally looked over at the exact moment she did. I decided against acknowledging that notion, however. It wasn’t worth trying to defend my sanity.
Suddenly her eyes darted to the ceiling behind me.
“There’s a spider,” she said, naturally caffeinated.
Before I had the chance to roll over and actually see the tiny, black speck on the wall next to my poster of Bob Marley, she asked me if I could get rid of it.
“Yeah, I’ll kill it in a second. Can I wake up first?” I laughed.
She looked at me, almost angry.
“Fine,” I said, getting out of bed.
“Don’t kill it though,” she said, before I had a chance to put on clothes.
I found some gym shorts and a t-shirt before recognizing the peculiarity of her statement.
“So,” I said, mocking her, “You want me to catch the spider? And put him outside” I paused to add effect, “so he can just get back into the house?”
I laughed to ease the comment. She didn’t. She just looked at me and pulled a blonde strand of hair away from her eyes.
“Okay,” I said.
I walked into the bathroom, got a tissue, and came back to catch the spider. It had moved, almost as if it heard us talking about killing it.
“Where’d he go?”
“I don’t know, I fell back asleep,” she said, opening her eyes again.
I laughed. “Okay, we’ll if he shows his face again, I’ll snag him.”
I placed the tissue on my desk and climbed back into bed. After ten minutes, we had both fallen back asleep. Later, when I woke up, I noticed her looking at me. I felt my face contort in the dehydrated afternoon sunlight. Debating whether or not to say anything, I saw the spider who was now directly above our bed.
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Spiders on the Wall
Glen Binger
Her eyes creaked open in the misty morning sun seeping through my dusty window. From her facial expression, I could tell she thought I was watching her sleep, but really I had just woken up and coincidentally looked over at the exact moment she did. I decided against acknowledging that notion, however. It wasn’t worth trying to defend my sanity.
Suddenly her eyes darted to the ceiling behind me.
“There’s a spider,” she said, naturally caffeinated.
Before I had the chance to roll over and actually see the tiny, black speck on the wall next to my poster of Bob Marley, she asked me if I could get rid of it.
“Yeah, I’ll kill it in a second. Can I wake up first?” I laughed.
She looked at me, almost angry.
“Fine,” I said, getting out of bed.
“Don’t kill it though,” she said, before I had a chance to put on clothes.
I found some gym shorts and a t-shirt before recognizing the peculiarity of her statement.
“So,” I said, mocking her, “You want me to catch the spider? And put him outside” I paused to add effect, “so he can just get back into the house?”
I laughed to ease the comment. She didn’t. She just looked at me and pulled a blonde strand of hair away from her eyes.
“Okay,” I said.
I walked into the bathroom, got a tissue, and came back to catch the spider. It had moved, almost as if it heard us talking about killing it.
“Where’d he go?”
“I don’t know, I fell back asleep,” she said, opening her eyes again.
I laughed. “Okay, we’ll if he shows his face again, I’ll snag him.”
I placed the tissue on my desk and climbed back into bed. After ten minutes, we had both fallen back asleep. Later, when I woke up, I noticed her looking at me. I felt my face contort in the dehydrated afternoon sunlight. Debating whether or not to say anything, I saw the spider who was now directly above our bed.
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Currently listening to: Big D and the Kids Table
Song: LAX
(one of the best live bands I've ever seen)
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Nice, Glen. I like it.
ReplyDeleteHaha, is this non-fiction? I like it, it's a short sweet one; very straightforward. I sorta want to see this as a longer type thing.
ReplyDelete我愛那些使自己的德行成為自己的目標或命定的人 ..................................................
ReplyDeleteDJ - Thanks!
ReplyDeleteSam - it's not nonfiction although it is fiction based off real-life events (if you couldn't tell) haha
I am oddly moved by this story.
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