“Don’t be silly!” he lashed at Mary—in their sixth argument in two months.
Dave had just washed down a triple cheese burger with a large Coke. Mary, however, had imagined wine and scampi for their anniversary dinner. But when he showed up carrying a takeout meal, she couldn’t help but cry. “You’re a selfish jerk, Dave!” She had yelled.
They fumed in silence for half hour. Before he left, “We’ll go out tomorrow,” Dave promised stroking her hair.
Exhausted, Mary retired. She turned to her bed and noticed purple roses with a note, “Scampi is fine, but you’re finer.”
Jason trudged home alone, head low, hands in his pockets. No one wondered where he was or where he went.
He wished he was slender as the others. Perhaps then he could match their pace as they paced in line. He was the biggest and oldest of fifteen children, and his parents hosted hundreds of relatives, seldom noticing his absence.
It was yet another of those days, and they had found sweet merriment without him. He went into his room and shut the door. He hated his existence. He wished he had been born human; being an ant seemed meaningless.
Jessica was the soul of a party. She’d hand out drinks, pick up empty paper cups, and would roared at Michael’s silly jokes.
At school, she’d strut around with friends, bullying juniors and tormenting the school cat.
But everyone loved her. Though she had joined in the middle of term, her classmates were quick to accept her. Tall and slender, and a shoulder-haired brunette, she was attractive and aloof — the perfect high-school heartthrob.
But each night facing her mirror, Jessica couldn’t accept her change. At least they liked her, she assured herself, unlike in the previous school.
“How could you support him?” She yelled, hands on hips, lips pursed in disapproval. Just as I thought she was done, “Him!” She yelled again. Unable to form any more words, she stared while I sipped my soda.
“What’s wrong with him?” He wasn’t the best but he was a good candidate. He created controversies, but also good arguments. And as his bushy hair soared, so did his popularity. I stood my ground, certain that responsibilities will alter attitudes.
“But he contested against me!” She wailed, her eyes welling up. “How could you not support me for class leader, Dad?”
“Eww, gross. How to get rid of the blood from our hands?”
Katie looked at her palms smeared in the greenish hue of once-fresh blood. She removed the lingering tissues from between her fingers, struggling not to throw up on her partner.
Michael was more calm. “Let’s worry about that later.” He assured her. “Our priority is keeping the heart and the liver intact. A lot depends on this job.”
Wrinkling her nose, Katie read the instructions. “Immerse organ in solution, replacing the liquid everyday for a week.”
“Ok,” Michael said, determination spreading across his eyes. “Let’s get that A.”