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Giving Shit

Later That Day

Edward Julian Watson took things for granted.
Edward Julian Watson was on his way home from Saturday lunch, driving in his blue Datsun. The oil light was on, flashing red.
Edward Julian Watson would stop at the gas station, close to home, he thought, as he ploughed through the streets.
But the gas station close to home was closed and he did not understand why. The gas station was always open.
So, Edward Julian Watson just drove his blue Datsun home.
And watched the baseball game on the television.


Becki was standing staring at the bank teller. In her yellow skirt.
“I cannot give you advice on this,” John, the man behind the desk, said to her, as he handed her the green folder back; fast.
“Thank you, anyway” Becki smiled up at John.
“You deserve some help,” John replied. "I will call over to the main branch. I am sure they can help clear this up for you."
And Becki smiled at him, again.
But she wondered what it was she was so deserving of this help? She wondered if it was important; whatever she had done? And why was it so deserving, that it deserved this nice man going out of his way for her?
Becki just stood there in front of the bank teller and Becki just plain wondered what she had done.
And she did not hear John clear his throat.
“Are you okay?" John’s voice finally broke through her thoughts.
And Becki smiled at John, one more time, but it was weak.
“I would be, if you could tell me what is the most important thing to be okay about,” she answered, as she handed him back the green folder and added, "You might need this."

The oil light was flashing red still, as Edward Julian Watson pulled his blue Datsun out of his driveway. It was 1:30 at night.
Edward Julian Watson was going to see Becki.
After he parked his car on the stone driveway, and after he had grabbed a few of those stones from the driveway, Edward Julian Watson cut across some grass, to the side of the house, where Becki's window was.
He threw the stones at her window.
But Becki never came to the window. Edward Julian Watson had thrown five stones, so Edward Julian Watson cut back across the grass and he got into his car.
He noticed the flashing red oil light.
Edward Julian Watson would stop at the gas station, close to home, he thought.
But the gas station was still closed.
So, Edward Julian Watson just drove his car home.
And watched the baseball highlights on the television.
Edward Julian Watson had the suspicion that Becki had been home; ignoring him.
Again.



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Anonymous said…
Hi i haven't been here for a while.
SHAYPM?
Tuesday, 9 August 2005 at 04:07:00 GMT-4
Anonymous said…
One thing I really can't stand is when the whole...oh fer kryin' out loud is that the door bell again, hold on...
Hello?
mwa mwaa mwaa mwwwaaaa mwaaa mwaaaa
hmmm?
Mwa mwaa...
no no.
...sorry, what was I saying? ...sure, I'll have another, is that your cat climbing up the esca...hold on.
Monday, 15 August 2005 at 02:39:00 GMT-4
Queenie said…
Could explain the dead cat found on my lawn this afternoon.

Q
Monday, 15 August 2005 at 02:54:00 GMT-4
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