Monday, August 30, 2010

Chapter 5

5th chapter of (8?) so far of my fiction piece, Coal. It definitely has its flaws, but if you find a part you particularly enjoy, or better yet you find a portion that can be improved upon let me know! Thanks to those who have read and seemed to enjoy it so far! Keep in mind earlier posts are earlier chapters, so if you're reading the whole thing from scratch you'll have to start from my first post.


I was fairly well liked in my youth because of my ability to lie while looking people in the eye.  At a young age I was surprised when people enjoyed shallow things, be it the Snickers in a Lunchable or the pretty girls who developed breasts by twelve.  Alexis has thrown the punch line at me many times, and no, I didn’t have a fascination with Ray Bradbury.  I wanted Whitman and Tolstoy and Frost rather than X-Men, thinkers who wanted people to know that thinking outside of the ordinary lead to people being happy with what they have.  If they are not, I will take what they have, be it a home, car, or life.  Alexis now snickers and reminds me that I will also take their Chihuahua.  I put Alexis’ comment past me because I know she means no harm, a kitten yanking loose strings on an old scarf.  If Alexis were perfect I’d have no interest in her.  Her feet are a bit flat, her words can sting, and she can be a bit absentminded, but these flaws make her qualities more astonishing when you have a canvas to compare it to.  If every meal you consumed is and was the best you’d ever had, you’d have ended it all long ago.
Alexis was born to poor parents in Lansing, Michigan about twenty-six years ago, but I’ve never bothered to know or at least remember her exact birthday.  She wanted to be a psychology major in college, but spit on a cop after he stopped her for speeding; at least that was her side of the story.  Simply put, her financial aid was cut, and she lived off various well-to-do men. Why she is with me I prefer to attribute to luck, for I am not necessarily a head turner or well off.  I had won seven hundred thousand dollars from a lottery ticket my mother had given me for my eighteenth birthday. It is obvious her Alzheimer’s had began and she had forgotten my birthday and picked up the makeshift gift at a convenience store.  I spend minimally, but Alexis knew I was fairly secure.  I liked to believe she enjoyed my company. 

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