"I don't know why we are here, but I'm pretty sure that it is not in order to enjoy ourselves." Ludwig Wittgenstein

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Nightmare Wedding

I do, Lola murmured in a dream voice that sounded as if she were mouthing the words of a military surrender. Then, as if jolted by 50,000 watts, she bolted upright, wide awake, in her bed. She felt sick to her stomach. Had it been the fish dinner, or was it the recurrent wedding nightmare?

She ran to the bathroom, and immediately vomited into the toilet.

Afterwards, with her terrycloth bathrobe wrapped around her like a life-jacket, she lay shivering on the cold, blue tile floor, and thought, Maybe I AM in love with Richard?

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