Friday, February 22, 2013

Hanging By A Thread

I tell you what, February is wearing me out.

Nicky and Mike over at We Work For Cheese are running a writing challenge throughout this longer-than-it-should-be month.

So, I’ve been running myself ragged. And yes, I know - we've all made sacrifices.

The house is untidy, the squiddrel needs feeding, and - as my mother often observed - there’s not a badger in the house washed.

I'll put some coffee on... EolistBlend, anyone?




The craving burns in him.

He sits in the dim room, cursing the dazzling blades of sunlight that are slicing through the cracks in the curtains, the carpet, his brain. He did too much last night, pushed his body far more than is healthy.

He’s addicted. This need, this compulsion, drives him. He used to survive on one fix a week, but as his appetite increased, so did his need. He feels so weak, so lost, in the indescribable sensations it provides.

The phone lies in his lap, his twitching fingers remembering the call to his supplier.

Anticipating.

The merchandise will be here fast, but not fast enough.

The craving burns in him.

His friends have gone, his money is vanishing fast, and his job hangs by a thread. He always told himself he could handle it, that he would always be the one making the decisions. He would be in charge of his habit.

But he needs it. It has him.

His eyes close, this damned sluggishness claiming him for a few minutes peace. Cold sweat on his brow, his fever consuming him.

The doorbell rings. Finally! His heart sings! Cash gripped in his damp hand, he compulsively stumbles from his threadbare armchair, and lurches to the front door to receive the delivery... an extra large, stuffed-crust meaty pizza with extra sauce, mushrooms and jalapeƱos.

The craving burns in him.

He really needs to get some Alka Seltzer.


Indigo

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26 comments:

  1. Of course, it would have to be pizza! Those of us who know and love you also know well your compulsions!

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    1. Hey Paula! Hey, who said it was ME jonesing for that exact pizza from Domino's? It could have been anyone! Byt he way, would you care for a slice? I can't finish the second Large; I must be ill or something. Roth x

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  2. What kind of mushrooms are on those pizzas, hmmm? :-)

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    1. Hey Nicky! Nope, it's not a bizarre 'shroom incident. Tho of course, it's not ME! Indigo x

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  3. Mmmmm. I know what I'm ordering for dinner tonight!!

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    1. Ooooh, didya, didya? What was it like? Talk dirty to me, baby. Indigo x

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  4. Pizza is definitely something worth getting compulsive for. :)

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    1. Hey P.J! You are a man after my own heart. Not that it's me in the story, you understand... Indigo

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  5. Yeah, I had the feeling it was pizza. This was going to be pizza night here, but I'm a bit under the weather, and to say I can't breathe would be an understatement. But I totally understand the craving.

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    1. Hey Linda! I telegraphed the joke? Dammit, I thought I'd been so careful ;) But yes, it's wonderful stuff =) Indigo

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    1. Hey Dufus! Well, I wasn't there, but OF COURSE THERE WAS PEPPERONI ON IT! Roth

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  7. Oh that was funny! You totally made me smile at the end!

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    1. Hey Angel! Thank you, it was fluff, but happy fluff =) Indigo

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  8. So how's that pizza-free diet going? :)

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    1. Hey Jenn! It's miserable. Thank for asking, tho x Roth

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  9. Hari Om
    You're a compulsive word-smith, I know that much!

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    1. Hey Yamini! Thank you, February is a compulsive labour of love, I know that much. Indigo

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  10. no doubt you were the thought behind San Francisco's Orgasmic Pizza Palor - damn shame the place was closed when you went in... or maybe not... ;)

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    1. Hey Eolist! HA! I forgot that! I wish they'd been open, we'd have shared a huge one! ;) Indigo

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  11. Pizzaaaaa.... *drool*

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    1. Hey Z! I hear ya! I have a huge one here that I'll never manage to eat on my own... ;) Roth x

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  12. Alka Seltser - and a beer to wash it down.

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    1. If the Seltzer doesn't wash down thoroughly, I recommend two beers.

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  13. There's a special place in my heart for pizza. There's also a special place in my stomach that's always vacant for a good slice. Based on your post here, I think you understand where I'm coming from.

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    1. Hey KZ! Amen to that, buddy! Food of the gods! Indigo

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