Heavy Logix.

Lateral Thoughts on Life.

3. Crazy or What ?

[The following is Part 3, of an ongoing saga, be sure to read the first two installments first to get the proper effect. Comments welcome.]

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3. Crazy or What ?

“I will pick up Trianna, are you crazy or what ?” Theo asked her loudly, he was saying this while swirling his pointed index finger, around his temple, in ever tighter circles, indicating that he thought she was insane. He stood in front of her, dripping wet, his jet-black skin glistening, like a bullet in moonlight but it was still day.

His white towel was wrapped loosely around his waist like an improvised kilt. He continued his rage, “You really have that guy
Hezekiah Scythe, carrying our daughter in his taxi cab like a bag of groceries ? What kind of mother are you ?”.

He handed Lily back the phone. His rage had subsided as quickly as it began.

Lily was shocked that Theo knew Hezekiah’s last name but she proceeded to explain calmly to the school teacher, on the phone, that she had changed her mind and that Mr. Adams would pick up their daughter,Trianna, today from school.

When she got off the phone however it was the dancehall diva “Storm” that spoke to Theo, not the demure Lily.

Theo was now accustomed to this Jeckyl and Hyde, hide-and-seek, game. His wife seemed to have split personalities and it was never easy guessing when (or which) one would appear. He was tired of guessing, tired of games, tired of fighting, and now tired of arguing.

He was trying to calm himself down by gnawing on the Ribs that he’d originally bought to give her. She never even noticed the Ribs, supposedly her favourite food.

Maybe they  were Lily’s favourite food but not Storm’s. Storm didn’t need to eat, all she needed was Chaos, Tension, War or maybe some Loud Music to dance too. All Theo knew was they tasted good, the Barbecue Ribs. Especially when he shoved them speedily down his throat, as if he was a wild beast. To eat them any slower would be like trying to eat a Patty with a knife and fork. He eyed her in the mirror with his greasy lips and dirty hands. You can’t eat them slow, would be like eating a Pizza with Chopsticks. His large hands worked like shovels straight into his mouth. Barbecue Ribs.

“Why do you have to behave like an Ass every time you see me on the phone? I was going to ask Hezekiah to pick up Trianna from school. You know he’s my regular taxi man and he dropped Tri-Tri at school today.”, she shouted at Theo’s back as he put on a new, expensive, red shirt and some old, cheap green cologne.

Maybe Theo was crazy too, turning his back on her when she was this angry. His red shirt was like a cape waved in front of a raging bull.

Go to Chapter 4.


January 25, 2009 - Posted by | fiction, serial, Uncategorized, writing | , , , , , ,


  1. The plot thickens! Still, who is Hezekiah? Given that the red shirt is drawing her attention like that, perhaps it is the least of poor Theo’s problems right now though.

    Comment by Mad Bull | January 27, 2009 | Reply

  2. Now i’m a bit lost as to where this is heading. First it seemed like the husband was concerned about his wife being on the phone and the taxi guy picking up thier daughter, then its like he completely calmed down when she said something about him being somebody she knows well. why would she trust having her daughter getting rides with a strange man in the first place? seems like they both dont care as much. she dont care about thier phone bill or the daughter and the husband seems like he’s just completely fed up with his wife and the whole situation. Who knows, I probably missed the entire point of the story.

    Comment by Mawga | January 30, 2009 | Reply

  3. ok forget the beginning of this story and start with this, suddenly its become interesting. oh you had the suspense from the get-go but the initial plot was a little tired. you know woman, jealous man etc etc.

    but you can really write man! you can tell a story! do it! just write a novel–i look forward to reading more and more. have read part 4 too.

    Comment by Annie Paul | February 4, 2009 | Reply

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