Two Lives

We all live two lives. One life is the one where we are social creatures, interacting and being around other people. The other life is the one we have where no one is looking. It’s this second life that intrigues me since there is a definite freedom in being unobserved. We needn’t fear embarrassing ourselves or causing other people to raise their eyebrows and turn away.

I once had a very bad day where every single thing I tried to do fell apart. The computer froze up and stayed frozen all day, a disaster since I work online. The fish I cooked for supper tasted like a kid’s rubber boot left out in the sun. My spouse rather mindlessly suggested that I was never likely to have any meaningful success outside the home (and then he went to bed). I stuffed the disposal full of the coleslaw that neither of us had eaten, and the pipe under the sink exploded, shooting stinky cabbage all over the kitchen floor.

All alone, I carefully picked up a wooden kitchen chair and smashed it against the floor over and over and over until it was in pieces. This is quite out of character for me, since I am a fairly cheerful and nice person but then, I was all alone and fuck that shit!

So here you are, anonymous and posting as a lone human. Tell us about a time you took advantage of the freedom of being alone and did something you would never do in front of other people.

10 responses to “Two Lives

  1. Ah, you beat me by an hour or two. Just posted my 1970s story back there in the proper place. I hurried. Probably should have proofread it a couple more times. Scared to do so now that it’s posted.

  2. The image of you smashing a chair against the floor is priceless! You rock!

  3. The me you do not see, is a quirky chick indeed,
    with an unpredictable spirit that is free.
    When she chooses to appear, you will very likely hear,
    the melodies of Beethoven, Copeland or Strauss.

    She has always had a dream, to take up the baton and lead
    a large Philharmonic of impeccable breed.
    She walks to center stage, in front of the music stand, “ homemade” out of a cookie sheet, gray tape and hall tree.

    As the baton is raised in the air,
    the Soloist takes her chair, such stunning sight to behold.
    Seldom have people witnessed a Maltese in formal dress playing the Trumpet intro of The Olympic Fanfare.

  4. A conductor! Here I am smashing chairs and you are communing the Beethoven. I’d pay money to see your dog in a tux playing trumpet, but it already fun to imagine you conducting over that cookie sheet.

  5. I don’t know, Peanut. You might want to try that in F flat.

  6. Two Lives

    I taste the acid rise from my gut. She is such a sorry cook. But I don’t cross her threshold for her meatloaf. Her hips thrust against my wanton strokes. I tell her no nails dammit! She gives me a smirk and bites my lip. We both taste the blood. You didn’t say no biting she smirks. When I finish I purge my dinner over the toilet. She says take me out to dinner like a gentleman. I tell her I’m not a gentleman.

    No shit she says.

    I walk through my front door feeling my lip with my tongue. She’ll notice but believe my lie. Hungry? she asks. Starving I tell her. I cut my pork chop with my fork and savor buttery sweet potatoes. A slice of pecan pie. She gives me her I’m in the mood look and trudges upstairs. I climb on top and do my duty as she closes her eyes. I finish and she runs to the toilet and washes herself.

    Maybe a bowl of ice cream.

  7. Great contrast and also very honest. It makes me wonder why things can’t ever work out just right.

  8. Just to be clear on things, I AM a fiction writer, regardless of the prompt 🙂

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