So delicious you cant eat just one….hundred!
Hello and welcome to my latest experiment. Fiction snips is an attempt to harvest original works from the random place in my head. They will have no beginning, and no end. I haven’t written prose in a while, so I’m a little rusty, but I think it will be interesting in the long run.
Enjoy. ;)
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[ ] because if he had to clean that car one more time it he was going to lose it.
It wasnt always the fact that Larry incessantly told him to repeat the same chores, but the way he did so. He never seemed genuinely interested in the tasks that he assigned, only that they were done thoroughly and efficiently. Maybe it was some sort of lesson in discipline. Dace shrugged. All he knew was that whenever he refused a chore, Larry would become erraticviolent at timesand when Larry gets into one of his frothing gibbering fits, everyone suffers.
This time it was the window blinds, all 65 strips (he had a habit of counting while cleaning). Luckily, they were the cheap plastic kind; if they were metal they would surely have rusted by now from the constant cleaning, and Larry would throw a bloody fit over that. Thank God for modern polymers , he mused silently. This was the third time the blinds had to be cleaned today, and at this rate, he would finish his 33rd cleaning by nightfall.
Larry would never let him take a break, not even to use the restroom. If he had to go, he would have to hold it until nightfall. Dace could never understand the significance of this time of the day. As soon as the sun dipped below the horizon, Larry would end his ceaseless vigilance and Dace could complete the chore he was currently working on and finish out the night doing whatever he pleased as long as it didnt involve dirtying, upsetting, disorganizing, or generally interacting with anything; doing so ensured more chores to be assigned the next day.
The light behind the blinds slowly faded into darkness as he completed his 32nd cleaning of the blinds, he was one off in his calculations. Im losing my edge , he thought bitterly. Living with Larry was a vicious cycle. He had to eat, he had to sleep, he surely had to get rid of bodily waste, and each of these things caused all sorts of unrest to the system. Larry insisted on new chores each day from the moment he awoke till the sun went down. There was no questioning Larrys authority. If he tried to leave, Larry was always there, waiting. Dace used to wonder what Larrys motives were for keeping him therefor being the relentless taskmaster that he was, but no logical explanation ever came to him. Dace sighed, but not too loudly. After using the restroom, and scrubbing everything he touched or dirtied no less than 5 times to ensure no traces remained, he settled down in a corner of the main room.
Exhausted from the days work, he leaned on a wall for support, and drifted off into yet another nights sleep. He needed the rest, for the next days chores were going to be difficult on his frail body (especially after the light bulb incident). As he slept, the dream came again. It was always the same; he was delivering packages door to door in a rural neighborhood. On the 16th delivery, the truck would lurch and [ ]
