The head has an ache in it. It pounds on the skull like a lover on the wrong side of the door. This has happened before; the head knows exactly what to do. A whole pot of coffee goes into the head’s open mouth. Cigar smoke is sucked in through the lips, out the nose. The head waits for relief. The hands feel for the head’s pressure points through the smog from the cigar but the ache gets worse and worse. The head swells to make room for it. The ache, tucked inside, never sees the aspirin on the table.
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Scott Holstad
26/5/2023 03:01:36 pm
Cheryl, this is great! I love your use of "The" head and hands. Original. Of course the ending twist is a nice way to wrap it up. Good piece!
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Cheryl Snell
26/5/2023 08:11:02 pm
Thanks so much, Scott. I'm glad you liked it.
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Gretchen VanOstrand
26/5/2023 05:40:10 pm
Great visuals! I really like this.
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Cheryl Snell
26/5/2023 08:11:40 pm
Thanks, Gretchen!
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Mimi Grouse
27/5/2023 03:31:55 pm
An original perspective. Nice one, Cheryl.
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Cheryl Snell
27/5/2023 03:46:55 pm
Much obliged, Mimi.
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Sue Clayton
29/5/2023 02:06:58 am
I ached with sympathy for this poor head.
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Cheryl Snell
29/5/2023 04:53:12 pm
It needs all the sympathy it can get.
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