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Marci says: This piece reads more like a scene from a longer piece. You have set the stage and created a situation with that leaves unanswered questions. I want to know how she will appease this woman who threatens Zi. This is not a particularly bad thing. It's not something you want in a flash fiction piece, though. However, I'd like to read the rest of this story. :)
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Marci says: Ah... the Orangeman rears his head, even in a flash fiction tale. I like the tongue-in-cheek of it even as it probably is a true reflection of many people's lives right now. Although apropos for satire, the amount of adjectives are a little over the top for me. Still, well done.
“I love lying here with you.” I say, glancing at Shelley.
She is clawing her way out of bed, struggling with the weight of the jumbled comforter which has become a shroud-like restraint sometime in the night.
“Do something useful and help me,” she insists.
“Of course, my love,” and I grab a fistful of the covers and yank.
Released from the clumped pull of the incarcerating down, she hobbles to the sink, turns on the cold water and splashes handfuls of the fresh flowing liquid onto her face.
Refreshed, she finds the remote on the side table and points it to the entertainment wall.
“Not so soon,“ I plead. “Can’t we have some peace and quiet for once?”
But it is too late. The talking heads appear. Black. Blue. Quite a few are blue. And blonde. So many blondes.
Shelley plunks down on our bedroom sofa, her eyes glued to the seventy-five-inch screen.
“Sweetie,” I seriously beg, a husbandly behaviour I have frequently done of late, “I’m tired of the Orangeman’s shenanigans. I don’t want these bloodsuckers in our bedroom.”
Shelley turns and gives me THE GLARE. “You’re doing it again, Stan. I’ve told you. This is MY time. Why do you want to keep me from knowing what is going on in the world?”
I have no answer.
“Why, Stan? These are the most exciting times ever.”
“I’m thrilled to bits,” I moan, and pull the covers over my inconsolable head.
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