(New work – 5/22/2017. Yet another attempt at a short story. This is coming in off the cuff, so please “excuse the mess” of a work in progress.)

“You didn’t, did you?”
Sheila stopped in mid-walk towards the sink.

“You did.”

She turned around a faced him with a look of slight dismay sprinkled with admiration and giddiness.

“I couldn’t help it.”

Mark lifted his hands, accompanied by ‘brows, in the air (both literally and figuratively).

“It’s the only thing keeping me sane right now. It’s my test to see whether or not I’m going crazy. Unfortunately, I find out, most of the time through these tests, that I am NOT going crazy. That this shit really is happening.”

Sheila’s flirty-smirk went away.

“But ‘Telephone’, Mark,” she said in a slight grumbly voice. “You are testing your theories through a kids’ game?”

Mark put his finger up, respectively, trying to avoid the rise of emotion that preceded most of their arguments. He always leaned towards logic and attempt to proceed devoid of emotion, but it never seemed to work out that way. And it wasn’t always her fault. She played emotions in broad strokes: good and bad. Frequently, his attempt at the “logical approach” led him to more of an emotional spike than her, which never was a good mix.

“I know, I know, I know what you’re thinking, but hear me out, please. The game ‘Telephone’ is my answer to the facade of humanity in my world. I am so real most of the time, but being real is so lonely. It’s weird. And…I can’t fake it most of the time, so I feel even more lonely when put into situations that most normal people, whatever the fuck that means…”

Sheila had heard the same intro in some variation many times throughout their relationship. At times it was very frustrating, yet it was endearing also. She felt a different type of love for this raw quality of personality that he hid most days.

“I understand that people are fake, Mark,” she said, “but what the fuck are you going to do about that? People are people. You don’t have to like every one of them, and you don’t have to fake liking them. At least they will pretty much figure it out. And if they don’t, they are stupid. And if they do, who cares? It makes it pretty easy to avoid them. They are probably going to talk shit on you regardless, right? You may as well give them a reason. Otherwise, they won’t have anything on you because you are a good guy, and you know that. And I know that. And your best friends know that.”

Mark always loved, what he liked to call, her “preach”. She would go into “preach” from time to time, and usually at the times most necessary for his mental health.

“I know,” he said with a slight sneer-smile of enjoyment and guilt. “It’s childish, but it works.”

Sheila walked slowly towards the table.

“And all you wanted to do was make sure that the gossip would get back to you in passive-aggressive form?”


“And did it prove, yet again, that you work around a bunch of gossipers that helped support your theory?”


“And, now what?”

For a few seconds, Mark looked directly into Sheila’s eyes. He couldn’t really get anything past her. He really didn’t want her to agree with him most of the time because he loved her character when it came to debating most things. It was the same independent character that he was attracted to from the first date.

“Proof, I guess,” he voice turned slightly somber. “And sadness.”

Sheila sat down and touched his hand.

“Hey,” she softened a bit. “Hey. Talk to me. Don’t retreat into your head yet. Why ‘sadness’? You can walk away from it, you know. You don’t have to subject yourself to misery, even though you know you are good at it.”

Mark felt her index finger softly rub his pinky and palm. He sat down and looked into her eyes again. He knew it was better to talk about it, but his mind always beat him up for days after.

“I’m sad because it’s all such bullshit,” he sighed. “I feel the need to remind myself that this isn’t just a bad dream. I need to be reminded that I am really participating in this world of virtue-signaling and backstabbing and fucking, goddamn ‘TRIGGERING’…”

He paused. Refocus. Don’t let your emotions get in the way of your sanity. 

His mind digressed to his old sponsor, JR. “You want to be right or do you want to be happy? You can’t have both, goddamnit!

“Breathe,” Sheila’s voice arrested the daydream.


(To be continued…)


Published by Mind Stroll

This is a collage. This is old and new. This is mainly new added to old. This is not a test.

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