This was back in the days when I used to order my drink by what colour it was. In those days I was a door to door sales...person. What did I sell? Well....fear mainly. My knuckles red from the knocking I would ask you for a moment of your time. You needed to hear what I had to say or someone could steal your t.v. ... or your dog...or your BABY or your dog, t.v. or your baby could burn down and if you don’t care about your shit...or your baby well then...anyway...it’s FREE...free free free free FREE! Well...except for the $99 installation fee and $29.95 a month...well really a dollar a day. And if your baby isn’t worth a dollar a day to you well...you ASSHOLE! This was of course my standard speel and it was adaptable if any given person didn't have a t.v. a dog or a baby.
So I tell you all that so you can understand this. After four hours of fear mongering I was ready for at least four of those colourful drinks I was talking about earlier. And my 30-something, Crown Royal drinking, very charismatic boss who was visiting from Vancouver was more than happy to purchase a rainbow of them for me. So it was after a pink martini, a blue martini, a purple martini and a green martini that my eyes got a little dusty and it was then that he leaned across the table and scrawled in spirals around my pupils...”I wish my wife was this dirty”. But after reflecting on a few too many mornings waking up in his hotel room it was getting harder to call it an accident.
So with him across the ocean and me alone...at home...with a phone...my fingers dialled 1-6-0-4 against my will and after two rings a woman’s voice echoed in my ear with..."he’s not here" and “can I take a message?” After the first two words I snapped out of the daze that made me think this was ok and said “Tell him I’m going back to Saskatchewan to build snow forts and make snow angels and to ice skate and drink hot chocolate because it is only on the prairies where the horizon stretches on until forever that I can see where things END.” And she said...”who is this?” I murmured wrong number and returned phone to cradle as I wiped his words from my eyes and wrote...”wash me.” And then I did.
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I can hear this as a performance piece....the volume as it rises and falls using your voice to bring it to life playing the audience before you. A good performance write wish i could hear it.
thank you for the pleasure.
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hihi, wow, this is a good write. it want boring and it was short and understandable, and i loved the details that simple were there and were so simple that they nade me understand exactly what they meant, i liked this, -eleno
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This was an enjoyable read. You painted a very vivid picture here.
Well done.
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There is just so much in this piece. I sense sadness, resentment, anger even love and grief in a sense. So much emotion you have captured here. Well Done! Keep up the great work!
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i like this a lot. the flow of the piece works really well, and you've picked up some interesting images. i like the idea of a "rainbow of drinks." the piece really pick up with "going back to saskatchewan..." the childhood imagery balances the adult theme in the first section very well.
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how upsetting for you getting back what you deserve.
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I have no clue what that even means.
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