i'm happily waiting for the end of the world because i already have the love of my life... 2007-04-04T20:20:46Z http://ficlets.com/feeds/author/jaeson <p>What about you? Asked the other guy. The guy with the fruit in hand and fabric around his neck.</p> <p>What <em>about</em> me?</p> <p>You&#8217;re a monkey too. Wouldn&#8217;t <em>you</em> make a horrible spouse?</p> <p>His face contorted as he played with the ring on his left hand. The ring we had bought together. The ring that dozens of guests actually crushed other people ahead of them to look at.</p> <p>The ring that had symbolically brought us together. Not to mention physically. We had to spend all those hours with one another. The bartering. The negotiating.</p> <p>And now this. I had to answer him or perhaps expect him to slowly but surely lose all interest in keeping our marital dance from floating into outer space.</p> <p>Monkeys don&#8217;t know anything about being married.</p> <p>I suggested chewing off a flea he&#8217;d been worried about. He said that his armpit was killing him but felt too self conscious to go to the doctor.</p> <p>When I restated my offer, his eyes glazed into something akin to a tear.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/1515 2007-03-28T05:54:42Z 2007-04-04T20:20:46Z magic pen http://ficlets.com/authors/jaeson <p>After lunch they would invade.</p> <p>They have been here since the dawn of the afternoon shift.</p> <p>Not always did people work after lunch.</p> <p>The Spanish in their old fashioned wisdom would ask their towns rested and not give-in to the temptation of drowsy labour.</p> <p>So who were they these invaders? They did not ask for much. Only to possess our minds with dreams and imaginings every afternoon. Every two weeks they would eat up a day. For everyday they would occupy or rather preoccupy us for at least 2 hours.</p> <p>What do they do to us?</p> <p>They fill us up with thoughts of giving up from the hard work of life; it&#8217;s a wonder we&#8217;re still alive.</p> <p>If you can call this living.</p> <p>That&#8217;s what they keep telling us&#8230; and we are succeptible to them right after an afternoon meal.</p> <p>They keep trying to undo us&#8230; and only the Spanish knew how to keep these invisible foes at bay.</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/1459 2007-03-27T05:03:34Z 2007-03-28T05:45:22Z magic pen http://ficlets.com/authors/jaeson