Thursday, December 15, 2011

ATTACK OF THE WRITE BRAIN

Like a family member…
Washing the dead body of a loved one…
Before burial…
I went thought my house yesterday with a cloth…
Wiping away tiny smudges on walls.
Though I didn’t have to; I had hired a cleaning service…
I wanted the new owner to see the house I designed…
In all its pristine glory.
I walked through each room saying good-bye…
Memories surfaced, tears spilled.
But I didn’t want to become too maudlin…
So not long after…
I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.
Hmm? Where are my keys?
They weren't in my purse nor my pockets. Nor on the counters.
That’s impossible!
I searched everywhere again. And again!
No keys?
What’s going on?
And then fear gripped me…
What if the house wouldn’t let me leave?
What if it was pissed I sold it to a new owner...
And was going to keep me here forever?!
I fled out the door towards my car panting…
But then…
What if somehow…
The garage door came down on its own and trapped me?
Breathing heavy, my mind whizzed.how will I escape?
And just as I realized there was no way...
Thereon the front seat—my keys!
I was safe!
Phew! That was close!
Urrrrr…
No…
That was silly.
But really it’s not my fault…
Because once again…
I was a victim of…
An attack of my write brain!
So?
Does your write brain ever scare you?

Always, Em-Musing

3 comments:

Misha Gericke said...

Lol yeah definitely. Mostly because my write brain tends to move down decidedly scary thoughts when I don't harnass it. I'm a bit twisted. ;-)

Theresa Milstein said...

Ha! Loved this. Yes, my write brain causes all sorts of problems. People talk to me, but I don't hear them. I lose sleep. I've been known to run out of a shower naked to jot down a note. And don't get me started on forgetting and losing things...

Sarah Nicolas said...

Haha! Yes! The other day my coworker was bored and I told her she could learn about generators like I was doing. She said she didn't need to know that stuff. So I said: "what if there's a near-apocalypse and there's a broken down generator and you're the only one who knows how to fix it so that you can power the radio to reach other survivors?"

She just kind of stared at me so i continued. "OR It's caused by aliens and you have a .... Rail gun! But you need to get the generator running to power it. You could save the whole human race!"

Coworker: *stares*

Me: "I could do this all day."