The Last Astronaut

Indie Ink Challenge - 6/23

This is my second Indie Ink challenge and it was a tough one. i have put what my challenge was at the end of the story.

My challenge was to Lilu, please my challenge to Lilu here:

http://diamondsmadeofglass.blogspot.com/

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Smoke blew in my face when she rushed into the room. She looked around the place as if there would be something different than normal. There wasn’t, it was a shitty room she and she threw her shit purse on the dresser.

 “So, you brought something to drink?”

 I had been drinking before she got there and I pointed behind her. To the whiskey and water I had poured earlier. She drank the whole thing right then.

 “Tell me what you want baby.”

 She ran the water in the tub for a few minutes to make sure the water was good; it had to be the right temperature. I sat and I watched as she squat in the tub, like an animal in the field. I watched as she splashed water on herself unceremoniously. Seemingly the only ritual was the length of time.

 She jumped out to grab the end of her cigarette and stood their naked in air.

 “Was that ok? Do you want to come and get it now?”

 I couldn’t do a lot of things and one of them was standing right in front of me. I left the room with money on the dresser and an empty glass on the chair.

- That from Catherine: “an empty glass”

Indie Ink Challenge - 6/16

My first Indie Ink writing challenge is below, the answer to what the prompt is, is after the story.

My first challenge was to Blackbird: 

“and then, he realized, everyone was looking at one thing only”

read that here:

http://overcomingborderlinepersonality.blogspot.com/2011/06/black-chevelle.html

Please read mine below…

She came in crying again. Why does she cry so much? She always is with me when she is crying. Staring at me.  She talks at me, I listen at her. Why does she cry so much? We don’t communicate well. I don’t think she ever will communicate well.

 

Its quiet, she is gone and it’s quiet. It’s quiet for a long time everyday. I don’t know when it’s going to be quiet, but its quiet a lot. It was quiet again today. It was so quiet today. It was quiet again like it was yesterday. I never know how it gets so quiet. Nobody tells me.  It’s quiet for a long time and I wait and I wait and I wait till the quiet is gone.

 

The water was in my eyes when he came in, she came in behind him, but he was here this time. The water in my eyes made me confused. I was confused yesterday. I had water in my eyes and I didn’t know where to go. He was here and he was doing something. She was with him and I didn’t know what she was doing either. They moved in symmetry. They moved and I moved and we moved together. They kept moving when I didn’t. They kept moving.  And when they stopped, he left. It was dark again. I never know when it’s going to be dark.

 

I wait. I am good at waiting. Waiting is something I can do. And I keep waiting when it is dark. When it is dark and it is quiet I wait. When she comes in I wait. I look at her and I wait and she see’s me, but she doesn’t know I am waiting. When it is quiet I am waiting and when I don’t know it, I am waiting. I wait and when the pieces fall down I am happy. Little by little the flakes come. I have water in my eyes and I am confused. That doesn’t matter to me because I know it will be dark tomorrow, and quiet tomorrow and confusing tomorrow, but it will be tomorrow.

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From illogical being: you are a fish in a tank, describe your world.