I am in a crappy mood. That’s why I’ve decided to kill Darwin this very day. Somehow. And quirkily.
I’m wandering around in the shed when I stumble upon a dusty, old megaphone. This could be exactly what I need! “Darwin, baby, come here! I have something for you.” I can barely contain my glee.
Darwin’s tumbled head pops in at the door. He’s looking at me with curiosity. It’s definitely one of his best traits. He’s as curious as a kitten. I crook my finger at him, beckoning him closer. Darwin enters the shed.
I take my time. I want to savor the pleasure. I smear half a bottle of grease over Darwin’s mop then meticulously comb it back. Then I pick the nastiest tie I can find from a dingy, old wardrobe in the corner of the shed. Yes, the orange tie with the big blue hot-dogs. That should do it.
Darwin twists and turns before the mirror on the wardrobe door, giggling. He obviously thinks it’s a funny role-playing game. Perhaps he’s now imagining that I’ll put on a nurse’s costume, or dress like Harley Quinn, or like a big violet papulose lobster. Frankly, I neither know nor care what this pervert daydreams about.
I take another look at him. Darwin is smiling like a brewer’s horse. He’s shining like a spit-and-polished samovar. I don’t recall him ever being this happy, and certainly not since that time he won ten measly greens in bingo. I feel something approaching a light pang of conscience, but I shake it off. I have to finish this game.
I need a finishing touch. I survey the shed interior before noticing a shabby leather suitcase in another corner. Perfect! Feeling like real Pygmalion, I thrust it into Darwin’s hand and take a step back to admire my handiwork for a moment. It’s unbelievable but Darwin looks even worse than he usually does. Is that even possible? It seems that, yes, it is.
Darwin shoots me a questioning look, waiting for whatever’s next. I push a megaphone into his arms, give him a wink in return, then abruptly push him outside. I slam the door. Right before his nose. Take that!
Darwin knocks insistently, begging to be let in, but not for too long. Curiosity killed the cat, I suppose. I know that a protest movement on the next street over will soon catch his attention. And I know that he always jumps at the chance to rant about his favorite topics, especially now that he has the megaphone and some sympathetic listeners around.
There’s a knock at the door.
Darwin’s tumbled head pops into my bedroom. I barely have time to minimize my window.
“Calix, dinner’s ready. Come and get it!”
“Sure.”
By the time I’m leaving the bedroom, the Sim Darwin is standing on the suitcase, shouting frothily into the megaphone. “Death is supposed to be the last, great refuge for troubled minds!” he squawks. “From ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and into the big black!” His face is flushed. The tie hung loose. Darwin is as cute and convincing as Lenin on the armored car in 1917.
Meanwhile, the Grim Reaper stands just around a nearby corner, wry faced and skittishly rubbing a scythe. He doesn’t like anyone ranting about death too much, you know.
I step into the kitchen and give Darwin the biggest smile I can muster.
“What do we have for dinner?”
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2018
Brilliantly done
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Thank you!
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Amazing portrayal of personality….very subtle, ingenious and brilliant. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thank you, Anand! We certainly love to let the personalities of our characters take centre stage!
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Good stuff
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Tati thanks you! 😀
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Your writing is absolutely cutting and riveting. I love to read your posts. Yes, you could write on and on but surely know when it is best to stop when the laughter is at its’ peak. 😉
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That she does, Renee. That she does! Thanks for visiting with us!
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OK, this is a beautiful peaceful read for me. I love it!.
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Thanks so much! 😀
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you are welcome
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Just curious as to why you highlight certain words in your piece?
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Hi, Racquel. Those are links to other writings around Unbolt Me that we think people might be interested in. It’s kind of a fun little word trail for our readers to follow should they so wish! 😀
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Awwwww, I see….Thanks 🙂.
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Thank you! 😀
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Why thank you Mr. Single and how is the other half of the Dynamite Duo ?
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She’s doing great, my friend! Getting ready to blow up some wordage! 😀
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I like blowing up wordage
Wordage what a great………
That should tie me over for the test of the night
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Hee hee! I’m glad, my friend! 😛
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Love it.
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Tati thanks you! 😀
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A bone of contention the old lady stirred the pot one last time before service …the child cried…interrupted by more please….but the dogs always get there bone
Just sayin……No pressure
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They always want more! It never ends! Ha ha ha! 😛
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