"You
never listen to me," Amanda screamed at Jim once again. She
screamed this often and he ignored her just as often. "I don't
care what the neighbors think, let them call the police, assholes,"
her rant continued. "You make me sick, just lie there, just stay
in the damn bed you lazy bastard."
Amanda
raged out of the room slamming the door behind. A dust bunny ran
across the floor like a tiny grey tumbleweed. She stomped it as it
ran by, offending her by its presence. "Bastard won't even sweep
the floor," she muttered. "When are you going to clean up
this damn mess?" she yelled at the walls as she walked away.
Lying
in her bed looking at the bright sunny sky painted on her ceiling
Amanda imagined the clouds floating by. The painted birds soared and
she felt the cool wind in her hair. Here in her room life was
perfect, her refuge, her oasis. On the walls were trees and
mountains, a vision of a country side she had only seen in pictures.
It was the most real thing in her life and the most precious.
"I
made breakfast, are you getting up?" Amanda said with a mix of
concern and challenge. Slashing the eggs with the spatula 'scrambled'
hardly described the results. "These are the last of the eggs
until somebody goes to the store so get up now before they dry out."
"Well, screw you then, bastard. I'll eat them myself. I will,
I'm not bluffing." Jim didn't answer. "You missed your
chance, you want eggs now you make them yourself."
Amanda
put her dish in the sink, it was Jim's job to wash them. "When
the hell are you going to wash the dishes? I can't take much more of
your lying around not doing your part." Amanda said, each word
more shrill than the last. "Asshole," she muttered before
stomping off to her room.
The
birds sang, bees buzzed and a soft breeze fluttered the painted
leaves on her walls. Clouds sailed overhead, birds flew across her
ceiling in the bright sunlight. All was well in the world.
It
was late, the kitchen light was off, the darkness improved the
appearance. The sink overflowed with dirty dishes and the stove was
caked with spilled food. Amanda was a sloppy cook, a habit formed by
always having somebody to clean up after her. She thought about
getting something to eat but decided it wasn't worth the bother. The
refrigerator was nearly empty, somebody, Jim, needed to do some
shopping. She went back to bed.
In
the dark the sky on her ceiling had glowing stars, 'should have a
moon,' she grumbled to herself as she did every night. She lay there
looking at the twinkling stars, an owl hooted in a distant corner of
her mind.
Outside
the wind blew up a dust devil, swirling ashes of civilization. Jim
was lying in his bed, his empty eye sockets stared at the ceiling.
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