random incoherence and infantile meanderings

Ruth looked sad. She looked sad in a way that was obvious. Mostly because of the red runny eyes and the big pouting lip, but it was also manifestly evident in her down turned head, her shuffling gait, and the way that she kept hiccuping little sobs that shuddered down her spine.

Yeah, it was pretty hard to ignore that fact that she was really sad.

Which is what made it fun, of course. I could ignore just about anything, well, except whining of course, so I ignored Ruth’s obvious sadness and went on with my day. Oblivion is joy, my father had taught me.

I wasn’t quite so joyous when I found Ruth hanging over the balconey when I returned home. The way she dangled did bad things to my tummy and I felt a little like I did after eating that cactus plant that she had given me for my birthday.

“You look silly” she said.

I looked up at her crazy-tilted head and into her protruding dull eyes. No body home there.

“Hey, cunt burgler, stop trying to look up my skirt and help me get down,” Ruth said.

I took a step back and looked all around me.

“This isn’t funny,” I said.

“You’d not know funny if it killed you. Wait… that sounds like a FUNNY IDEA,” she yelled. Her voice echoed dryly around the dead space.

Her mouth didn’t move. Oh crap. I knew what this meant. I was stuck with her forever now.

Well, maybe not. I could move. Ruth might be stuck here with the house. That would be a good way to get rid of her. I mean, really, who wants to share living space with a ghost? They’re pretty useless for anything except talking and I’m not big on that one.

I turned, my bag dangling over my shoulder, and walked away. Walked away and returned to joy.