Morning all. I hope you had a fabulous Easter weekend. We had lamb and carrot cake. There were other things too, but those were the highlights. It was yummy and there may be leftovers for lunch. But for now…the morning prompt. Timers set and off we go.
The timer went off too soon. I can actually see where this is going and I want to get a few more bits down before I move on to my regularly scheduled day. Great way to start a week.
Monday, April 21st: The liquid was thick.
The liquid was thick and it rolled from side to side in the glass as I tilted it slightly. There was a residue left behind on the glass as I tried shifting it. The residue lingered a moment end then sunk back down into the mass as though incapable of holding it’s weight up for longer. I swallowed hard.
I had a thing about textures and this looked like something I just wasn’t going to want to consume. The color was also not appealing. While all sorts of television food personalities claimed you ate with your eyes, Dr. Larkin had apparently not gotten that memo.
This concoction was a strange mottled gray color. Nothing about it looked like something a person was meant to consume. I sniffed. It was mostly a lost cause and my nose was still stuffed up. My cold was bad. I thought it was allergies and then it seemed to spiral into something else. Now my chest was tight, my cough dry and raspy while my throat burned and my nose remained plugged.
“It will make you better,” he said.
He put his hands on his hips and stared at me. I knew if I refused then there would be an argument about him being untrustworthy and plotting evil like a cartoon mad scientist. I would lose the argument and then take the medicine anyway. I wasn’t up for the argument in the first place. So I gave into the inevitable.
I took a deep breath and chugged the contents down as fast as I could. I closed my eyes and prayed for the best. The substance was thick and viscus going down and I tried not to wretch. Once the medicine was down I set the glass to the side and opened my eyes.
The best thing I could say for it was that it had not taste. That alone was a relief as I expected that it would have a vile one. One that lingered.
“Go off and rest,” he told me.
I nodded and then shuffled out of the kitchen. He turned and went back to his work room in the garage. I never ventured into his workspace. Everything had to be just so or his experiments would be ruined. Not that I was really sure what he was experimenting on.
I shook my head. Lying down was out of the question. If I did then I wouldn’t be able to breathe. That’s why I hadn’t gotten much sleep for the past week. I would lie down and have to sit right back up again. I swallowed and realized it didn’t burn as much. My throat didn’t feel as bad.
I chalked it up to the viscus nature of the concoction. Clearly the thick liquid coated something. I enjoyed the slight relief and settled myself in the easy chair in the living room. Normally I wasn’t one for television, especially not the day time variety, but my eyes were watery and achy and concentrating on words on a page was out of the question.
I sat down in the easy chair and pulled my feet up under me. They were clad in thick wool socks knitted in rainbow colors, more because my Aunt Margo used the tail ends of any yarn she had left to make them. That was how all my socks were if I was honest. The remnants of yarn from other products. I thought that was just how she made socks until I saw the others.
Ten til Midnight 