Monthly Archives: March 2016
Vincent is a tied to a chair that has him lying on his back. His face hurts from being slapped. His head hurts from falling backwards. He is breathing heavily, trying to focus his eyes on the two sets of feet walking towards him. In and out of clarity he sees two pairs of black dress shoes walking steadily towards him. Then he sees another pair of black shoes join the other two. They are walking closer and closer and closer until they stop inches from his face. He looks up and his eyes get big.
March 10th was Middle Name Pride Day!!! Middle names are tricky. Your middle name usually goes in tandem with your first name. People try to make it have a “ring” to it. Some people like their middle names more than their first and go by that! Others HATE their middle names and hide them. Middle names are great when you want to yell at your children and need to say their WHOLE name to make your point!
I know families where folks are named after each other and the middle names are used to distinguish between them. Then I know people who DON’T have a middle name…..
MY Middle name is HARRISON!!!!
I’m proud of mine! And celebrate it today and everyday!
Vincent is sitting in a chair. Two masked men are tying his hands and feet to it! Vincent looks up, “It’s You?! It’s a woman dressed in a gray pant suit. She has slick back dark hair and no expression on her face. He looks around. The room he is in is huge with large dark furniture and he looks on the walls…its pictures of him from various ages. “You know why I brought you here Vincent.” She says in a monotone voice. He looks blank and says, “Actually I don’t.” She slaps him then grabs his face and says, “YES. YOU. DO. You know what you did to me!”
Shaking Vincent says, “I don’t know what you are talking about” She slaps him again but this time the chair falls backwards. He looks and sees two sets of feet walking towards him.
Vincent hits sand, on a hill, and rolls and rolls and rolls and rolls till he stops. He opens his eyes and sees a house. He’s about to stand up and he suddenly a cloth bag is placed over his head. He feels two sets of hands pick him up and drag him forward. His feet scraping sand for a while then he doesn’t feel sand anymore but floor. Then he is sat down. They take the hood off. “It’s You?!”