Sheila Broflovski stared, ashen faced at the television screen.
When she had received a video-tape in the mail, addressed to her, with a simple note, (typed, double spaced, Times New Roman size Twelve font), explaining that it would be best that she see it, of course she had been suspicious. That had been three days ago, and she had tried to ignore it after determining that it had no explosive qualities, would not exude a toxic chemical or gas, was not laced with anthrax, SARS, Small Pox, Bird Flu, or AIDES, wasn't the infamous video tape advertised in The Ring/Ringu (although how she was able to determine this without watching the tape, the world may never know), and finally, burying it in the back yard, because, after all, if it wasn't something potentially lethal that she could raise hell and lower heaven over, why should she be interested? However, it had been prodding her in the back of her mind for three days, and finally she just couldn't take it anymore and had retrieved her shovel.
The one thing that she was not expecting to witness was her son lean in to kiss with his best friend.
There was nothing else on the tape, just her son, looking immensely pleased with himself, and smiling as his lips touched the other, slightly taller boy's.
She'd had her ideas about this kind of situation arising. It was just that she hadn't witnessed it before…and now that it was affirmed, at least in this case…what to do?
Like all Religions, Judaism was contradictory. It tended to shun homosexual acts, but accept and embrace homosexuals. Judaism didn't believe in Sin, just mistakes, and yet they lived facing their guilt and owning it. So really, it was all up to the individual to determine. It was just that, even though Sheila had been preparing for the situation, she hadn't been preparing for the moment when she would have to face it, and especially now that she had had to face it by witnessing…
She stood, and approached the VCR.
And was silent.
She pressed the eject button, and fingered the tape, staring at it as if trying to conjure images that could be more useful to her. What to do.
Silence. Numbness. Go through the motions.
Once she had dropped the tape, releasing it, but not to freedom, instead to the confines of the garbage can, it suddenly occurred to Sheila that for the first time in her life, she had absolutely nothing to say, and couldn't think of anything to say either.
Authors Note: The drama starts here. Kind of.
