Surreality

[vvvexation]

Two emails arrived in my spam folder with subject lines advertising Viagra and whatnot, but with the following text(s):

back different mischievous anybody make miserable? he corner did fascinate. wife make reply.
hard letters added bad.
carefully prison tying least? yours a wife companion. purpose respect again pride wife.
am explain force few nothing find.
thats young hard disappoint teach reference. arms force taught he again? my purpose evening wanted least somewhere.

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pretty promised embarrass happened mentioned? promised how fascinate back.
out sandwich wrong.
corner fire black leader profession, not somewhere mischievous suddenly mischievous. thus why added few?
drew studied my added anybody steps. slow bad across thats bought benefit? she added the reading promised.
news anything off? reply drew shining embarrass reply.

I feel like there must be a story with an actual plot hidden in there somewhere. In fact I'm tempted to challenge somebody to write it.

Anyone?

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[griffxx.livejournal.com]

He walked briskly down the sidewalk to their meeting place. Things have been so tense between them lately and this wild idea to try something new with their love life frightened him to the core.

Her back was to him as he approached. He cleared his throat and she turned with a mischievous grin. He wondered if he would feel this miserable if it was anybody, and not just her.

The strange club on the corner did fascinate him. He asks 'There?' His wife made the reply of 'Yep' and started forward. She seemed cheerful, he thought back to the letters they wrote to each other to share their feelings - hard letters that only added bad emotions.

Inside the club, a midget handed them a clipboard with a questionnaire. 'Please carefully answer the questions', he reads, 'Have you ever been to prison? Who will be tying up the other one? What is the sensation you like the least?' The whole thing seemed asinine. 'My companion?', he put a checkmark next to Wife. 'Reasons for coming here?', this was no multiple choice.

He thought about it for a moment and wrote 'I suppose our purpose to to respect each other again. To each regain some pride again.' he paused and wrote, 'for my wife.'
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Gotta go back to work. Maybe more later if anyone cares.

[vvvexation.livejournal.com]

You've got my interest so far. My nefarious plot is working perfectly!

[griffxx.livejournal.com]

He finished filling out the questionnaire and the midget scurried back over to take it.

Scanning the clipboard, the midget says,'I am obligated to explain a few things to you. Please listen carefully because the force generated by the machine can be very dangerous. You know, a few people lost control a few weeks ago and, well, to make a long story short, we went in to get them and there was nothing to find.'

He nodded and tried to listen but the words kept blurring together as his mind raced trying to comprehend what he was about to do. 'Is this what I want? Is this who I am? Do I need her this much?' The next thing he knew he was signing a release form and standing in front of a large steel door holding hands with his wife.

The door swung open and they stepped into complete darkness. For a moment all he could hear was the sound of their breathing and the pounding of his rapidly beating heart.

In a flash, he was standing in a park - his wife was sitting in front of him on a playground swing. He instinctively gave her a push and she swung her legs to gain speed. He kept pushing as he tried to figure out where they were.

He thought, 'I remember this day. This is when we were young and hard to disappoint. Is this supposed to teach me something, give me some point of reference to hold on to?'

His arms had to work harder as he had to use more and more force to keep her moving. Suddenly, another flash and they were in darkness again. His mind raced, 'Has going back there taught me anything? Could I ever be that happy again?'

He felt his left hand go empty and reached out for his wife. 'Babe? Where are you?', he asked. He swung his arms and found her gone. He was about to scream when he saw light out of the corner of his eye.

He spun to face it to see off in the distance a dim light being carried by someone walking toward him. He briskly walked toward it calling, 'Is that you?', but still there was no answer.

He slowed down as the figure approached and he could make out that it was a candle lighting the area. As the figure raised the candle, he could make out the face.

It was him. At least, it was the same face he looked at in the mirror every morning.

'Who are you?'

'I'm you, and I'm here to tell you what you want.'

He swallowed and asked, 'What do I want?'

The figure took a step closer and said, 'My message to you is, your desire, your purpose, is when evening falls, when you take shelter that you need to be loved. To be wanted at least somewhere.'

He stood there dumbfounded when there was another flash of light. He found himself sitting on a sofa in the entryway. His wife was sitting next to him smiling contentedly while the midget was filing paperwork behind a desk.

She asked, 'So, what do you think?'

He thought about it and smiled slowly, 'It was good, let's come back next week.'

[vvvexation.livejournal.com]

Lovely! *beams*