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By wistful Date: 2004 Jul 01 Comment on this Work [[2004.07.01.01.54.12282]] |
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"Hell-ooo!", Marcy yodeled with forced glee. She push the door open slowly. "Anybody naked?" she said cheerily, and then immediately felt chagrined. This was not the way to greet your best friend, after she's left you a sloppy message the night before, murmuring sounds of loss, confusion, and incredible inebriation. The apartment was in shambles. Picture frames, photo albums, scrapbooks, all disassembled and scattered around the living room. Magazines ripped to shreds. Video cassettes with all the tape pulled out festooned the couch like streamers. And many small, oddly shaped scrapes of paper scattered about, leaving a distinct trail to the kitchen. Trepidatiously, Marcy followed the trail. She found Crystal flopped over the kitchen table, snoring. She clasped an empty tequila bottle in the vise-like grip of her left hand. Her fingers, pants, and parts of her face were decorated with a riot of colors from the magic markers piled up in the fruitbowl. A pair of scissors was buried an inch deep in the wall next to the sink. A glue stick was stuck to the top of Crystal's right shoe. And Crystal's left cheek lay resting on the fruits of her drunken labor: a magnificent collage, an homage to Kevin. There were several pictures of Crystal with Kevin cut out. One of Kevin being devoured by a shark. Close-ups of Kevin with blacked-out teeth and hideous red scars, or green skin and lesions. One shot had Kevin's eyes cut out; in another, his crotch was missing. In the center was the largest photo, originally from their engagement, now showing Crystal in the arms of Brad Pitt. They both looked radiant. The life-sized (but hardly lively) Crystal stirred at the table, and cracked open her right eye just enough to discern Marcy's presence. She tried to say hello, but all that emerged was a dribble of spit and a grunt. She rolled her head to the left and resumed her snoring. "My, you've been busy", was all that Marcy could think to say. |