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  Micro Them

  by: Joe Echeverry

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                   MICRO-NARRATIVE

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Pieces Of A Man: Part 1.

 

     It's a dinner conversation, and I find myself gagging at the sight of my great-aunt’s decrepit makeup, this feeling is only exacerbated by the food that now sits in front of me. I lean forward and take a look at the soup. It’s pale, much like my thoughts at this very moment. “Our thoughts can be too correct sometimes”, I say to myself, silently. Nobody hears these words but my god and me. I go on, my internal conversation now reaching a philosophical and ethical level at which I laugh at.

 

     “There is a sense of coherence in out body that makes our impulses a part of a universal whole in which morality has become the rule”. I give the soup a go. “Hmm. What a simple pleasure. The lack of salt if laughable though, and pardon me for saying so Damian, but the disgrace here is the soup’s lack of education. At the very least it should try and awaken your senses once it enters your mouth”. In the background, Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos is playing. “It’s so pastoral!” I say to myself. “Music made for those looking for an escapade. We live in a concrete world, so I guess that’s acceptable. Escaping is the only way fear can take a break. People sometimes are automatic in their thoughts. This is sad really. Don’t you think Damian?”

 

      “iann”—“diiimann”—“yyyeehh”—“DAMIAN!”.

 

The background fades in.

 

It becomes apparent they are now including me in their existence. Slowly I turn my head to face the facts. The facts:

 

My great-aunt speaks too much.

 

Bach is for escaping.

 

The soup needs more salt.

 

Fluorescent lights make me uneasy.

 

“Damian, what’s the matter?” “Come back to us darling, we were curious as to what did you think of Peter Seller’s portrayal of Chauncy Gardnier in Hal Ashby’s new movie? We know you adored the book!”

 

“It was brave,” I say as I pull the chair back. I stand up and fix my jacket. “Do you want to go for a walk Damian? I invite myself. I walk past my grandmother who is slowly falling asleep in her chair; this just shows how superfluous reality can be sometimes. I turn back and say:

 

“By the way that soup needs more salt”

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