Seen heading East on the Fullerton bus at about 3:50 p.m., May 1st, 2012
Martha’s cheeks are
flushed, and her eyes flash with fever—a fever for all the things she’s not. A
crazed grin smears her lips upward, exposing her buck teeth. The sickness makes
her sluggish body move faster than it ever has before, and with each step she
hacks up foamy phlegm and her inadequacies. Martha can no longer stand being
herself—slow, heavy, ugly, sweaty, boring, insignificant. The other passengers
on the bus may recoil from her in disgust, but at least they notice her. She
would like nothing more than to expel her wet, germy life all over them.
Yet another almost-accidental drabble! It was 99 words, so I added one more. I must be getting used to the feeling of writing about 100 words, or something. Hm.
Sorry I didn't write yesterday--I was working from home. I had to get my haircut (which is when I saw Martha), and I was also recovering. Monday night with the French couchsurfers ended up being a little later and more alcohol-fueled than I expected...oh well. It was a lot of fun, anyway. Lindsey and I are going to have dinner with them again tonight before they leave for Detroit tomorrow. I love hosting couchsurfers. I truly feel like meeting people from all around the world enriches my life. If you haven't checked out the couchsurfing website, you probably should. I highly recommend joining.