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Story for the day (Tuesday)

CaptainWacky

I want to smell dark matter
Roger sat down on the park bench, the same place he sat every Sunday. Brian was late, as usual. Roger would usually pass the time happily watching people in the park. Today he felt revulsio whenever he looked at anyone, then felt angry at himself for feeling such a thing. He tried to figure out why he was feeling so and had to conclude it was because everyone else was so happy. It made him sick.

He didn't even see Brian arrive.

"Uhh, hi," said Brian. "How are you?"

"It's over," said Roger.

"Yeah, you told me," said Brian. WELL OF COURSE I TOLD YOU, thought Roger.

"I just can't believe it...so fast...she's gone...twenty five years..."

"You were just kids when you get married," said Brian. Was this supposed to be helping?

"She's all I can remember," said Roger.

"Come on, you must remember school!" said Brian, cheerily. "We had some fun times!"

"So what," said Roger. "What does it matter now." They had had some fun times, it was true, but that had been over twenty five years ago. What was Roger supposed to get out of it?

"It's not all bad!" said Brian. Roger looked at him for the first time since Brian had sat down.

"Not all bad? She cheated on me for FIVE YEARS. I had no idea. I never even found out, she just told me and left me! She took the kids, Brian. SHE TOOK THE KIDS."

"Kids need their mother!" said Brian. Had he always been this retarded? "I mean...it was harsh, what she did, no doubt. You didn't deserve it. That's life."

"That's life? That's FUCKING LIFE? What's that supposed to mean? Do you even know? Or is it just something you learned to say in situations like this? You're nothing but a performing monkey!"

"You're upset," said Brian, patting him on the arm. Brian shoved it away.

"You're damn right I'm upset!"

"But remember what you said to me on the phone, you're better off without her! You're free now, you can do whatever you want!"

"I LIED ON THE PHONE," shouted Roger, tears starting to run down his face. People were looking at him but he didn't care. "I'm 43, I can't just start life again! Half of my life is gone, do you realise that? All I knew for a quarter of a century was that marriage! Now I have nothing."

"You've got your jab," said Brian, lamely.

"I could only tolerate my job because I knew I could come home to her every day! Now I'm going home to an empty house!"

"You'll meet someone else?" suggested Brian.

"I don't know how to date! I've never dated!" said Roger. He'd married his wife straight after highschool. "And I don't want to start."

"You've got your friends," said Brian, sincerely. Roger tried to calm himself down. He shut his eyes for a few moments. When he opened him he saw a happy family in front of him, children playing, the mother and father laughing together. He looked at Brian instead, the only thing he had left.

"I suppose we can spend more time together now," said Roger, trying a smile. "Rather than just the three hours a week we usually have."

"Yeah..." said Brian. "Although, I mean, it'll still be hard for me to get away...I've still got a family."

Roger took a swing right at Brian's face. He didn't even hit him hard. He thought of doing it again, harder, but instead he got up and walked away, without looking back. "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR?" shouted Brian as he went.

Roger marched through the park, until he almost walked into a girl walking her dog. The dog looked up at him. Roger looked at the girl. She was about the age of his oldest daughter. "WANT TO GO OUT ON A DATE?" he shouted right in her face, mockingly. She backed away. "DIDN'T THINK SO," he said and started the long walk home.
 
Wacky, you can write anything you want. YOU SHOULD WRITE A BOOK. I know I've told you that before but you really should.
 
well ONE DAY you will do it! Or not, if you don't want to. You could write a collection of short stories.. I just know that you can do it, I like to read everything you write and I'm not just saying that because you have Hitler's penid in your pants.
 
I know that the "rw" stands for "Red Whacker" because he requsted that red version as the :mad: smiley sucks. FUN FACT.
 
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