“He came today, earlier on," she began. "I was preparing some food, some salad with olives and … he was sitting on the chair, the white chair, the one you don’t like, facing the television set but there was nothing on. He was flicking through the channels with the remote and it was all static as if it was broken but he didn’t seem to mind at all. I sat at the table near the sink and ate my salad, trying not to look at him. But then he got up and walked over, and he began emptying everything out of the refrigerator and dumping it on the work surface. He was feeling his way around, I don’t think he can see J, I think that maybe he is blind. Sometimes. Then he came over and stood so close to me and told me that all the food I had in the house was off, rotten and he turned and threw it all in the bin, all of it, and then went to the bathroom, feeling his way along the wall. I couldn’t finish my dinner, my food had taken on a moldy, decaying taste, and I could hear him in there, peeing in my bathroom, God it went on forever. I couldn’t move.
"He left the bathroom and found his way back to the chair, picked up my book which I had left lying face-down on the arm, your book actually, and flicked through the pages. He was swearing under his breath, he threw the book onto the floor J. I got feeling back in my legs and I walked over to the other chair and I sat down and looked at him. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes, loosened his tie and said he was sorry but he was just so tired and then he asked how my day was, but I had never seen his face before. And he didn’t seem blind anymore, he seemed perfectly normal in fact. He smiled at me and winked and then he asked if I had enjoyed last night, in this dragged-out, sort of southern drawl. Enjoyed last night? I asked, confused. I was with my boyfriend J last night. He just said, yeah, and he laughed. I got up and walked over to the kitchen and took all the food he had binned and placed it back onto the work surface. But he was right; it was all rotten and smelled bad …”
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"He left the bathroom and found his way back to the chair, picked up my book which I had left lying face-down on the arm, your book actually, and flicked through the pages. He was swearing under his breath, he threw the book onto the floor J. I got feeling back in my legs and I walked over to the other chair and I sat down and looked at him. He yawned and rubbed at his eyes, loosened his tie and said he was sorry but he was just so tired and then he asked how my day was, but I had never seen his face before. And he didn’t seem blind anymore, he seemed perfectly normal in fact. He smiled at me and winked and then he asked if I had enjoyed last night, in this dragged-out, sort of southern drawl. Enjoyed last night? I asked, confused. I was with my boyfriend J last night. He just said, yeah, and he laughed. I got up and walked over to the kitchen and took all the food he had binned and placed it back onto the work surface. But he was right; it was all rotten and smelled bad …”
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wow...just...wow. This is getting so good.
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