|The Story||The Authors|
brownWhen the smoke had cleared and the clouds of dust and lint, stirred by the blast, had settled, Mable -- standing motionless, lint and plaster-dust in her hair and across her shoulders like a freshly fallen field of dandruff -- afraid to move, afraid to look -- redI've killed him,brown she sobbed to herself -- the gently descending dust swirled before her eyes in nebulae, curlicues, and and antic paramecium, falling, falling, tearing away the veil between her lonely past and her lonelier future one fleck at a time, with only silence in response fromt he former bellowing howling figure which slowly began to emerge from the shifting grey ambiguity of the dust-and-lint-cloud, redthe very Cloud of Unknowing,brown she thought, not wanting to know, either, that on the night she had at last met the man who not only allowed her her so-called "perversions" (as her husband had called them, wrinkling his prunelike mouth in disgust), but actually complimented them, responded to them, squared and perhaps over time even cubed them -- on the very night she met her match she had to go and shoot him in the crotch.|
So she was completely unprepared for the specter which the finally settling lint revealed to her, none other than the broadly grinning, hog-jowled countenance of Officer Karl Borgnine, cupping his package with one hand and reaching out for her with the other.
"Common household accidents like that, my dear, are why every police officer in this town is required to wear one of these," he informed her (in a schoolmarmish tone of voice which she somehow, from a place deep down inside of her, knew would ultimately come to irritate the shit out of her at the end of their long, happy life together), unbuckling his police belt and letting it drop to the floor and unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his fly to reveal the handsome black face of a standard police-issue bulletproof jockstrap. For Mable, the joy, the relief, and the desire were as a single feeling which seemed to gently but insistently strip her clothes from her heavily tattooed body with the steady intent of a bath in paint thinner. "Oh, Karl," she moaned, falling into his arms and wrapping herself around him, and together, as one, they fell to the soft lintcovered floor and set upon each other with the unquenchable appetites of rodents.
...Outside the scope of these occurences, red and brown fought it out in true memetic deadlock, each seeking to dominate the other and so be able to spread its colorful message of dread and uncertainty throughout the world. Unfortunately, they were too evenly matched, and cancelled each other out.|
Likewise for the lusts of Mabel and Officer Borgnine; simultaneous, the plugging of a void, the cancelling out of an heretofore uuncancelled Need mewling its lamblike helplessness out across the cold glittering universe.
What remaining were slowing breaths, bodies at rest, and in the aftermath of so many explosions, a resounding calm. Outside the hail had turned to a gentle, warming rain of Tide detergent. The world was getting a much-needed bath. Officer Borgnine closed his eyes, and instead of their usual black, the insides of his eyelids glowed the most beautiful shade of blue.