Welcome to another addition of "How Fast Can T.E.C.'s Brain Melt?". Today, I have a really crummy story I wrote about a year ago, an everyone seemed to think was funny. Except for me, of course, who thinks that it's just another symptom of my accelerated insanity. Well, I hope you enjoy!
Love because you don't call the cops,
T. E. C.
I walk into the room and wait.
Wait for what? For someone to acknowledge my existence.
I wait a moment.
No eyes raise to see me, no mouths open to greet me.
Oh, well.
I walk over to his desk and say,
"Hey, nice plaque, Commander."
He looks up, as if he can't decide whether he see's me or not.
He looks back down.
Ouch. That hurt.
I walk away, slightly crest-fallen.
It's almost like I'm....no.
Like I'm invisible.
No, I decide. That's stupid. So are Mud People, argues the back of my mind, and they still exist. Shut-up, I tell it.
I walk into the office, careful knock before I enter.
Without looking up from his work, he say's,
"Come in."
I smile and walk in. See, I told you I tell myself. Shut-up, It say's.
He looks up and.....
Looks back down. Crap.
By this point I pretty much just want to curl up and wait for tomorrow, but I decided to try one more person.
I enter the OPS Center and say,
"Hey"
He looks up, looks around for that sound and.......
looks back down.
Wait! he's getting something.
He picks up a helmet, puts it on and say's,
"Holly, did you know that you still have you your shield on?"