Monday, March 24, 2014

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So what’s it like to have Crypto?”  She asked it across his chest.

He considered her for a moment, chestnut hair fanned out over his stomach…cherry cheeks; even in the dark…he blew out the smoke from his joint and considered which version to give her.  He knew she could hear his stomach issuing the standard cacophony… hence the joint…he also knew like most people, she wanted to know if she could catch it.

There was an awkwardly long pause as he hit the joint again and held it, bearing through cramps that once made him wince…now he just gritted his teeth and flared his nostrils …when it was over he blew out the pale green haze as the ever present Cape Cod breeze vanished it... whisking it out with the gauzy white curtains…he mused about not needing screens before he answered her.  Her uncomfortable shifting stirring an awareness in his brain of a once long ago asked question…what was it again…?...oh yeah, can she catch the Crypto…

He launched into the standard response….”it’s like Migraines crossed with Malaria….add Influenza and food poisoning….to starving to death…and I actually do mean that literally…most people die from this due to malnutrition is how it was explained to us when they told us.”

Well damn…there it was, the Meade had gotten to his tongue again…he already knew the next question…who was ‘Us’?  Now what?
To lie or not to lie?

His stomach started its unholy symphonics again and he subconsciously brought the joint to his lips…
The light at this hour was so beautiful…BMNT...the most wonderful time of the day until Dusk!

…his shaking rib cage stirred him back from remembering the glory of the Sunrise from her bed…that East facing set of windows…Blessed Be the architect of this house he said in his mind…more shaking…she was being playful now, he knew what that meant…he hit the joint another three times with its accompanying pauses before he answered her.

He still hadn’t figured out whether to lie.