In Her Warmth
By Dipsomaniac Dougy Dodo
poke your finger on a
thorn
pierce the foreskin of
your horn
pinch the tender tender
corn
peel the skin of a
sunburn
Pricks
irritate us all. They act as a corrosive. Fleetingly, they drive us to attempt
some sort of retaliation, or even revenge. They establish goodwill between no
two objects, two subjects, two organisms, or two partners. Here is a story to illustrate
each of these dwillings. A chair and a mouse sat opposite one another, unaware,
for the most part, of each other’s presence. The chair sate, willing something,
unable to speak. She sent out bright messages to the surrounding air calling to
the molecular world to interact: to swim near; to flond the paint chips; to
ruffle the waist of corduroy about the seat; to sift dust into the still new
crack by the back rest; to light up her corner of the living room with blue
swell. She attempted to move over a little so the rocker might find space near
her, but her arthritis seemed stronger today and it interfered enough that she
decided to make the move a little later. Music dafted the corner by the outside
door over which draped green viands of plastic, since a holiday season had
arrived. A saxophone bellowed, bells shook, two tambourines played in harmony
“The Rising of St Eustace.” Much preparation had been made in the kitchen. The
chair took in all these particulars, especially absorbing the flavors of the
wine-mouse, the cake extraordinare, and
the various meat dishes steaming over the element. On this particular, festive Saturday.
A door banged often, people leaving and coming as they did with friends to
taste things or goods to deliver or bring away. A cold day, the draft had begun
to affect the chair, and she shivered.
A mouse saw the discomfort and said to
himself that help would not be wasted on her. He set to work, and before long had taken, bit by bit, a set of scarves, gloves, mittens, caps, leggings,
towels and various implements of warmth over to the suffering object and
covered her with so many layers that soon she glowed warm and happy. In the
process of this mission, though, the mouse stepped upon the top rung, in getting
up a red pair of knickers stolen from the eleven-year-old Cindy’s room, right
onto a sliver fresh from the cat’s sharpening of claws. The sliver stung and
bothered the mouse so that before long she left the vicinity of the chair
feeling hard done by. The chair tried to speak and explain, but the music being
turned up quite loudly, the mouse did not hear. So, they parted company and in
her warmth the chair felt lonely.
A microbe of indeterminate age swam up
the side of the sink in a neat, pink bathroom and saw that he was not alone.
Nearby, another living organism busied herself with her toilette, careful not
to drop her parings and follicles on the shiny porcelain surface. She hoarded
these and placed them in a neat pile to be later discarded in the waste. When
the first individual noticed the preparations and had watched for some time, he
sidled up to the second and spoke to her with invitation in his tone.
“Dear, may I give you a hand with
whatever you are up to?” he kindly inquired, smiling reassurance that he meant
her no harm. Hardly had he given out his intentions of helpful willingness than
the other person turned and frowned and asked him to move over. The space
needed no one else to crowd it.
“But, I wish only to help. I’m feeling
rather too solitary and could use a little company!” The water dripped above
them and the gurgling in the pipes reminded them of the tenuousness of their
brief sojourn on the planet. He would not take no for an answer and began to
gather up the bits of nail and hair in order to cart them away. She, miffed and
offended at his persistence, stepped over to him and poked him with a small pin
that she carried for just these times. He winced, stopped, dropped what he
held, and hit her twice over the brow before retreating into he dark hole from
which he had originated. There, he planned a fitting response and soon the two
found themselves engaged in a quarrel that their offspring carried on as a feud
between the two families for many generations afterwards, until a marriage
between three of their children brought about a temporary truce and the two
sides eventually forgot the business that initially set them against each
other.
(To
be continued)
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