Nice Dream
jen silver
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A Smallish Fictional Rambling
It wasn't going to be easy, and it wasn't.Success simply was what her student had been telling her: an abstract noun. Impossible to define, agree upon. It was only an indelible picture in her head- she was mute to its description. Just bright colors. Just a feeling of fullness, of being sated, of god- being happy. Those moments were rare n
How did the world appear so ugly in so little time? Sally had never held a gun before, but now there were pictures of them everywhere. Everyone on tv had one. Even the republican presidential candidates boasted of their loaded ak 47s and rifles that they would shoot quail with. One even contended that guns were important for family tradition and values. Perhaps, in his upper middle class Bostonian upbringing, tradition did not mean a son getting killed by a drive-by just as his teenage father had been years before. Such ugliness and such beautiful teeth. That was a politician: all smiles and shiny skin. Someone needed to give those men at the podium oil blotting paper.
So why was she watching those debates? Did she want to learn something? Ha. As if, one could expect to learn anything from liars, except how to lie well. She was watching, because she cared. She did care about the state of the world. Not that she would have much invested in the future. No children, no great big families relying on the reduction of global warming and energy consumption. It didn't matter much to her.
These days, Friday nights were of the utmost priority. Going out and getting drunk and wearing expensive shoes that girls would silently desire in bathrooms. Sparkly, pretty 4 inch heels that made her 5'10 and feel like she was someone worthy of something so pretty. It was Los Angeles after all. There weren't many options beyond that. You were either pretty or not. Beauty was the standard. Anything else, and you were reduced to the "nice" one, devoid of personality.