(I guess we'll find out together.)
EDIT: My wife shot me the idea of doing a word sprint every week about this story because she really wants to know what happens. So that's what I'm going to do. I'm high now, watching ECW's Massacre on 34th Street PPV, and taking my lunch break. So we're going to do this now. Five minutes, stream of consciousness, who knows what's going to happen.
ORIGINAL POST: I'm high, I'm listening to Iron Maiden's "Fear of the Dark" from their concert in Rio, and I've got the timer set for five minutes. Let's see what happens.
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Mabel turned to Agnes and said, "I've had enough of this nonsense."
It wasn't the words Mabel used that gave Agnes a start. Heavens no. Agnes had taken 93 trips around the glowing center of their solar system and there was blessed little that would surprise her now.
It was the fact Mabel had been dead for at least 25 of those trips that gave Agnes pause.
I'm just fuckin' with you. Mabel isn't dead. She hasn't spoken in probably three months, so Agnes was a little surprised by the comment.
And no, she still wasn't surprised by her words. Mabel was always carrying on about one thing or another. We want a library card. We want to vote. I want an abortion. No, seriously, I'm pregnant and didn't find out until pretty recently, so if we don't do something quick, it's going to go from regret to murder, so really...let's find a a doctor. Or a Mexican. But someone. And quick. Because like I said...
"What nonsense is that, dear?"
"Ugh, just all of it."
"Mabel, you haven't said much in a bit, so you'll have to forgive me if I don't remember what had you in a state when you went all non-verbal last spring."
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NEW POST 9/6/18
Mabel was dumbstruck. Which was kind of funny, if you think about it. She's said one thing in three months, and her sister's response shocked her back into being a mute. Maybe it's me.
She was right, though. Mabel struggled to think back to what had infuriated her into silence for month after month after month. She knew she was right. That much was certain. She had had no doubt regarding the strength of her convictions. Mabel was prone to dramatic extremes, true; also true was that Mable was prone to taking handfuls of pills without having the slightest idea to their origins or effects. Or side effects.
Actually, that could explain a lot of the memory loss. Something to think about, Mabel thought. Or she thought she thought it. She may have forgotten it by now. Or not. Yeah, she really needed to stop doing that. But man, what an interesting day...
She looked back at her sister. "Oh, shut it down, Agnes. You know what I'm talking about." She hoped Agnes knew, because she had no idea herself and was just fishing.
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NEW POST 9/8/18
Agnes sighed, loudly. A little too loudly, if we're being honest. Mabel could be dramatic, but Agnes wasn't afraid to embellish, either.
"You're still mad at Mother, aren't you, dear?" Agnes asked, making a noticeable, albeit insincere, attempt at something like empathy.
Mabel racked her brain. Being pissed at Mother wouldn't be anything new, but that didn't sound right. But close. Maybe Mother had something to do with it? Like, maybe Mother said something that pissed her off and then she held that anger in and took it out on someone else, and THAT'S what she's really pissed about, the fallout between the other person as a result of whatever the shit it was that Mother said?
Fuckin' Mother.
Still, that didn't sound entirely accurate.
DON.
That named popped into her head with the suddenness of surprise sodomy. She remembered. She remembered it all. It was Don. That goofy little prick actually did it. And he got away with it. Goddammit.
"No, Agnes, for once, it's not about Mother," Mabel spat. Not literally spat. That would be gross. Like, figuratively. Like, she spat the sentence out because of the low regard for which she holds her mother.
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NEW POST 9/12/18
"It's Don," Mabel said. "You remember Don, don't you, Agnes? Don't you?"
"Of course I remember Don," Agnes said. She couldn't forget Don and his swarthy good looks, his charm, his huge bank account, and his even huger cock. It was massive. It waddled around the farmyard as though it owned the place, but at 76 lbs., it was hard to argue.
His enormous black cock notwithstanding, he also had a bigger-than-average penis as well and Mabel had spent her youth as a size queen, so it's not hard to comprehend that she would remember Don. She had spent a couple months post-WWII as Don's steady girl. It was a heady summer, but when Don left, she shut down for almost a year. She didn't speak, she rarely ate, and she carried a bitter grudge against Agnes after catching her in the bathroom with Don. He claimed he was helping Mabel's older sister with her hair; Agnes claimed he had bent her over the sink and was plowing her like Grandad's cornfield in the spring.
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NEW POST 9/24/18
"In addition to his--"
"If you mention that cock of his, I'll punch you in the mouth." Mable despised chickens.
"Alright, in addition to his pet," Agnes said slowly, "and his larger-than-average manhood, of course I remember Don. I remember going to his funeral more than 30 years ago. So unless you've become a medium, what does he have to do with anything?"
"I saw him. Yesterday."
"In a dream?"
"No, not in a dream. That's stupid, what you just said. I know the difference between a dream and real life, Agnes. God, you're so dumb sometimes. 'In a dream?' 'In a dream?' That's what you sound like. Mother was right."
Now Agnes was taken aback. Mabel, not even in jest, had ever credited their mother with being right about anything. Ever. Being who she was, however, Agnes would not allow herself to be caught off guard. No matter how badly she wanted to know what Mother was right about, she would not rise to the bait.
"Mabel, I was just asking. Dreams can be powerful sometimes. If it wasn't a dream, then can you please explain the context in which you saw Don?"
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NEW POST 10/04/18
It was hard for Mabel to describe what she saw. She knew it was Don, but it was hazy now. It had been a while since she felt what she would call normal, but she also knew she was telling the truth. She had seen him. Alive.
"I'm...not sure," Mabel said, knowing she was giving Agnes more ammo to talk down to her in that patronizing little voice of hers. Since they were kids, Agnes knew how to get under Mabel's skin. "Sure you did, Mabel" or "Of course I believe you, Mabel" or "Yes, Mabel, you have incredible bosoms."
"I know you think you saw him, Mabel, and I believe you," Agnes said.
"Goddammit, Agnes, you insufferable cow!" Mabel yelled. "I saw him! As sure as I'm looking at your old, wrinkled face right now, I saw him!"
Agnes looked at her in that way she always had with that "Of course you did, Mabel" look on her fucking puss. Goddamn, did she hate her sister sometimes. Like now. Or like that time she stole Mabel's diary, read the passage about the time she accidentally pooped her pants during Sunday School and blamed it on Davy, the slow kid.
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And done. Music went from Iron Maiden to a live duet between Metallica & Ozzy doing Paranoid. Kirk is playing THE most gorgeous Les Paul. #Swoon.
