No, that’s just the final release.
True death happens a long time before the body gives up. It happens as the inevitability of fate settles on the mind like tar, poisoning thoughts and tearing the future away. Gone is the blue sky and sun-warmed skin. Gone is the sound of laughter and friendly faces. Gone is the smell of freshly cut grass and that moment when laughter gets so intense it starts to hurt.
There is no time to mourn happy memories. The silence is deafening, filling existence with its wail, its black light so bright that everything becomes a reflection of what it was.
And you take her hand and force yourself to look at her, really look at her, as the words sink in. Torture, stripped of its weapons and reduced to those seven words, finally reveal its purest form.
“There will be cheese on your food.”
This post is part of Nicky and Mike’s 30 Minus 2 Days of Writing challenge. Today’s prompt is Cheesy. Go check out We Work For Cheese for a list of the other participants. *
I absolutely love you. That is all.
ReplyDeleteMmm....sweet, delicious, melty torture.
ReplyDeleteYou're crazy.
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love you even more!
ReplyDeleteIf cheese is torture, I'll take three!
ReplyDeleteHey Ziva! Man, it's just like me and coleslaw; I feel for you. ANd by the way - "The silence is deafening, filling existence with its wail, its black light so bright that everything becomes a reflection of what it was." - Nicely played, ma'am! Indigo x
ReplyDeleteWhat kind of cheese? I mean if I'm gonna go I wanna go in style, ya know?
ReplyDeleteThis seems a bit melodramatic, don't you think? It's just cheese, not Satan or Nicky & Mike.
ReplyDeleteAh, one woman's pleasure is another woman's torture. But you did it. You conquered the Cheesy post.
ReplyDeleteThis was too good. I'm never going to participate in a challenge ever ever again. You just blow it away, Ziva. It scares me how good you are.
ReplyDeletehahahaha! Is this one of those awkward situations when you laugh and shouldn't, like at funerals?
ReplyDeleteOh wow, that's a lot of torture. I sure hope you can handle the cheese.
ReplyDeleteThat was genius - a bit twisted, but still genius.
ReplyDeleteWhy, thank you! I'm glad you liked it. :) I'm sorry to hear about your aversion to coleslaw, though. That's tough, man, especially as it's basically everywhere. It must be really hard to find any food you can actually eat. ;)
ReplyDeleteUm, the kind that's gone all bad and is blue and green and fuzzy.
ReplyDeleteAre you trying to list things I shouldn't want to eat? Because I have to tell you...
ReplyDeleteI did! Now I just have to conquer 27 more days of writing torture..
ReplyDeleteOh Linda, you flatter me! I'm not the writing type, but you, my friend, definitely are. I wish you'd participate, you'd blow us all away. :)
ReplyDeleteHah! No, this is one of those situations when you're supposed to laugh and the writer will be immensely happy if you do.
ReplyDeleteHah! Twisted - that's such a wonderful compliment! Thank you, LM. ;)
ReplyDeleteThat would about do it!
ReplyDeleteNicely done. You had me wondering
ReplyDeleteSorry that cheese is torture for you. On the bright side, your veins will never be clogged.
ReplyDeleteOh no, NOT CHEESE! What a terrible way to go.
ReplyDeleteSounds like death by ecstasy to me!
ReplyDeleteThe cheekiness levels are off the charts here. I am absolutely entertained. Way to stick it to those cheese mongers!
ReplyDeleteWe both wrote about death AND cheese!!! Great minds, yes? Love it!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Shawn, that was the idea. ;)
ReplyDeleteHah! True enough. I love it that you can find something good in my hatred of cheese.
ReplyDeleteI know!
ReplyDeleteYuck yuck yuck
ReplyDeleteHah! Thanks, KZ, I'm so glad you found it entertaining.
ReplyDeleteYes, awesomely, fantastically, amazingly great minds!
ReplyDeleteI don't know how you and Katherine both managed to write about death & cheese so well!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Yeah, I have no idea how we both managed to have the same-ish idea. Great minds, and all that. ;)
ReplyDeleteTotally.
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