Not right?

Published by: Monica Handle on 21st Apr 2017 | View all blogs by Monica Handle

 

Now, the same tale as blog-the-first, but sans 'e' this time. I can see this taking up far too much time - may have to take a break.

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That night, as I wound down from a fantastic smorgasbord of tasty tapas which my paramour had put out, talk was all about our happy sojourn through this world.  Our company was doing brilliantly, and with hardly any input from boss 1 and boss 2.  No cash worry for us: moolah massing day by day, good for months abroad, or just visiting our witty, artistic chums.  In short: happy, happy, happy.  Look at us, and you’d think only of our joy.   Our kids? Doing brilliantly.  Mind, body, spirit?  A-ok.  Boudoir frolics?  Yup, and lots! 

 

But just as my darling was starting to tidy away bits of food and drink, just as nightfall was approaching and our patio was bathing in a glow of dusk-gold sun, I had, in an instant, a shocking attack of doubt and worry.  About what?  I couldn’t say, and thanks to this inability to draw out of my mind what was wrong, I sank into an black mood.  My soul was fading fast, towards a fug of doom and gloom.  It was as if I was a failing acrobat, trying with all his might to avoid a fall and a crash.  From happily gazing across a fabulous miradoro, to a horror of tumbling down a cliff.

 

I sat up on my chair, to pull air into my lungs and to try again to find words to say what was so troubling.  Amanda saw my frowns and – how thoughtful – was straight away asking what was so awful.

 

“Simon, my all.  You look so pallid and clammy.  What’s up?”

 

“It’s … it’s ….”  I was gabbling now.  “It’s … so odd.  As you said … oh, I can’t bring it to mind.  Anyhow, as you said … was it about our pudding? … I was struck by a conviction that this world, our world, has a vast gap in it.  A psychic lacuna, of sorts.” I was twitching now.  “It’s so important, my darling, and although I just can’t say what it is, I know I must try to find out.”

 

“OK,” said Amanda, “I’ll do my all to assist you.  Was it a thought about us which brought this about?  Or our kids?  Your mum?”

 

“No, not at all.  My only thought, as I saw you making a play to tidy up, was of scoffing a bit of that yummy Comté, or if it wasn’t so stinky, a nubbin of Livarot, and – blam! – at that point I was struck most strongly by a kind of total doubt.” 

 

Throughout an hour of dark discussion I did my utmost to find tranquillity of spirit again, with Amanda in loving support.  But as our day was slipping into night I saw, with horror, that I still had no notion of what was missing, and I had to admit that this would finish badly for all.

 

Comments

14 Comments

  • Mashie Niblick
    by Mashie Niblick 5 months ago
    good fun
  • Caducean Whisks
    by Caducean Whisks 5 months ago
    Tut tut - there's an e - albeit with an accent on it: Comte.
    And you cheated with the woman's name. Double tut tut.
    All the same, a sterling effort. Enjoying this.
  • Monica Handle
    by Monica Handle 5 months ago
    That is brilliantly spotted! I did a 'find' to look for e's, but never thought about the accented one. Well, I'm in good company. It is whispered that there is a single 'e' in Perec's magnum opus, but I can't say I've ever found it. A nice, rumour, though. The name changing ... yes, I accept the cheating charge, but in the end the names are a bit disposable.
  • Caducean Whisks
    by Caducean Whisks 5 months ago
    You just need to find a name with no vowels, (or only a Y), or one where there are no vowels in common with the chap.
    Yvonne doesn't overlap, for instance. Nor Whisks. Oh. It does. That i.
    Ruby would work. Ruth. Alana. Oh stobbit, Whisks.
  • Bric
    by Bric 5 months ago
    Excellent, effervescent, peerless, evergreen : 4*** (5***** except the e')
  • Caducean Whisks
    by Caducean Whisks 5 months ago
    Lyn. That would be a good name for her. And Glyn (for him). Or Gwyllm (I made that spelling up).
  • Caducean Whisks
    by Caducean Whisks 5 months ago
    Or something Welsh. They're not big on vowels.
  • Monica Handle
    by Monica Handle 5 months ago
    Something Serbo-Croat, maybe
  • Caducean Whisks
    by Caducean Whisks 5 months ago
    Yeah - or Russian with lots of Ys and Zs and Ks. We'll never know the difference.
  • JD
    by JD 5 months ago
    Completely invested. What a captivating piece. More is required :)
  • JD
    by JD 5 months ago
    Oh, oh! There's no letter e? There's no letter e! That's the secret. Makes my writing-while-nailed-to-the-ceiling effort look utterly amateurish. Would you object if I tweeted this?
  • Monica Handle
    by Monica Handle 5 months ago
    No problem with a Tweet, but could it be e-less?
  • JD
    by JD 5 months ago
    Duly tweeted ... twoot? ... twaught?
  • Monica Handle
    by Monica Handle 5 months ago
    Very good! Only twitt'd missing.
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