The moment of death doesn’t happen when the body stops breathing.
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.ReplyDelete
Mmm....sweet, delicious, melty torture.ReplyDelete
I absolutely love you even more!ReplyDelete
If cheese is torture, I'll take three!ReplyDelete
Hey 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 xReplyDelete
What kind of cheese? I mean if I'm gonna go I wanna go in style, ya know?ReplyDelete
This seems a bit melodramatic, don't you think? It's just cheese, not Satan or Nicky & Mike.ReplyDelete
Ah, one woman's pleasure is another woman's torture. But you did it. You conquered the Cheesy post.ReplyDelete
This 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.ReplyDelete
hahahaha! Is this one of those awkward situations when you laugh and shouldn't, like at funerals?ReplyDelete
Oh wow, that's a lot of torture. I sure hope you can handle the cheese.ReplyDelete
That was genius - a bit twisted, but still genius.ReplyDelete
Why, 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. ;)ReplyDelete
Um, the kind that's gone all bad and is blue and green and fuzzy.ReplyDelete
Are you trying to list things I shouldn't want to eat? Because I have to tell you...ReplyDelete
I did! Now I just have to conquer 27 more days of writing torture..ReplyDelete
Oh 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. :)ReplyDelete
Hah! No, this is one of those situations when you're supposed to laugh and the writer will be immensely happy if you do.ReplyDelete
Hah! Twisted - that's such a wonderful compliment! Thank you, LM. ;)ReplyDelete
That would about do it!ReplyDelete
Nicely done. You had me wonderingReplyDelete
Sorry that cheese is torture for you. On the bright side, your veins will never be clogged.ReplyDelete
Oh no, NOT CHEESE! What a terrible way to go.ReplyDelete
Sounds like death by ecstasy to me!ReplyDelete
The cheekiness levels are off the charts here. I am absolutely entertained. Way to stick it to those cheese mongers!ReplyDelete
We both wrote about death AND cheese!!! Great minds, yes? Love it!ReplyDelete
Thanks, Shawn, that was the idea. ;)ReplyDelete
Hah! True enough. I love it that you can find something good in my hatred of cheese.ReplyDelete
Yuck yuck yuckReplyDelete
Hah! Thanks, KZ, I'm so glad you found it entertaining.ReplyDelete
Yes, awesomely, fantastically, amazingly great minds!ReplyDelete
I don't know how you and Katherine both managed to write about death & cheese so well!ReplyDelete
Thanks! Yeah, I have no idea how we both managed to have the same-ish idea. Great minds, and all that. ;)ReplyDelete