Oh, here we go! We’ve taken a look at the youth and the elders in my life (or at least the fictionalized version of it). How about Life’s Sweet Partner! Who else could travel through the world with Jacke at her side. That’s not easy! Deserving of all my gratitude and then some.
I like the way the relationship is portrayed in my book The Race. But for the handful of you who do not own a copy of that massive runaway bestseller (sarcasm), here’s a free story. A ghost story of sorts, in which a very fictionalized significant other has a prominent role. (Really, when life is this absurd, it’s better not to go through it alone!)
I fall asleep with my hand on my girlfriend’s hip. I awake with her hand squeezing my throat.
“Jesus!” I gasp after I finally pry her fingers from my neck. “What are you doing?”
She blinks, still in a fog, halfway between sleep and madness. “Huh? What…?” She shakes her head, coming awake. “Oh, sorry… ” she says. “I was dreaming that I was choking you to death.”
“Nice dream,” I say.
Her eyes drift shut. “It’s the SOUND…” she murmurs. “It’s making me…INSANE…”
I cannot blame her. My dreams are just as bad. Monkeys howling, trains derailing, slaughterhouses at night…
“One more day,” I say.
The sound is still there, encasing us. My throat tingles. With one hand I grip her arm; with the other I wrap my pillow around my head.
It does not matter. The sound pierces through.