{"id":17281,"date":"2022-05-20T05:00:56","date_gmt":"2022-05-20T09:00:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/?p=17281"},"modified":"2022-08-03T13:09:43","modified_gmt":"2022-08-03T17:09:43","slug":"two-stories-10","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mrbullbull.com\/newbull\/fiction\/two-stories-10\/","title":{"rendered":"Two Stories"},"content":{"rendered":"
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I\u2019m sorry about the things I said when I thought the world was ending<\/h5>\n

The morning after the end was supposed to happen, I woke up in the bunker I made for us. On the surface cameras there was still nothing. Just the woods and the wind and everything going along as it always had. I looked around me then and I thought: you were right.<\/em><\/p>\n

I still had those Christmas lights up along the ceiling, the multicolored ones that I would make blink on and off in hopes of cheering you up. Some of the tape had fallen off and so in parts they hung in great sagging arcs almost to the floor. They reminded me of the sigh you made when I first hung them up. You said that\u2019s honestly not much of an improvement<\/em> and though I said, why do you have to have such a bad attitude<\/em>, I get what you meant now. There\u2019s no dressing up those clammy, windowless walls.<\/p>\n

I shouldn\u2019t have said there\u2019s no point in that, because we have no future<\/em>. I shouldn\u2019t have told you your grandfather\u2019s bookshelves were just things<\/em> and that we needed the wood ready to trade after the forests burn<\/em>. I shouldn\u2019t have said that if you loved me, you wouldn\u2019t question me<\/em>. I really thought that it was all over. I know you tried to tell me it wasn\u2019t, but I didn\u2019t listen.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t put any of your books in the bunker. I\u2019m sorry that it smelled like salty wet beans in here for weeks. I\u2019m sorry I asked do you really need to eat all that<\/em>. I\u2019m sorry I made you listen to all those videos over and over and over.\u00a0 I\u2019m sorry I kept you up all night with my digging, with my rambling, with my panicked silence and gaze fixed at nowhere.<\/p>\n

Did it hurt your eyes when you finally came out of the ground, on the day that you left me? After I got back from foraging and saw the trap door open and you gone, I didn\u2019t go back up again. But then, it didn\u2019t happen, and so I gave it a try. The sun was so bright and everything went white and pink for a while. When I could see again, I looked down and there was the grass, greener than it had ever been, and I wondered how you were doing. Among the green, there were flowers, white and yellow and waving. How could I have ever given up on something so beautiful?<\/p>\n

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Starter Wife<\/h5>\n

Sometimes they kill the starter wife\u2014me, I dodged a bullet. Literally: I moved two inches to the left and zzzt<\/em>\u2014it missed the face. That bullet is probably still in the floor somewhere, if you were to find the house and check.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s why I married you,\u201d he laughed, coming forward to hold my cheeks and kiss me. The gun was still hot in his hands.<\/p>\n

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I left that night, but in two weeks I was back. Reset: now I was wife number two. Less vulnerable to murder but still soft enough for other things to cut. Soon I had a whole new skin. Wife number three. And then you came along. Both of us were born that night. Number four. I think he hated her the most. She only had eyes for you.<\/p>\n

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You go along to get along, child, until you\u2019re washed up and forgotten, left to chain-smoke and day-drink in a polyester robe, a ghost of a woman\u2014wife number five. By then he\u2019ll become shrunken, softer, ready for a nap. \u201cI always remember him as such a sweet old man,\u201d the grandchildren will say; you can let them have this one.<\/p>\n

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Men like him get a fresh wife over and over; meanwhile, he\u2019s still the man with the gun, only too tired to bother picking it up again. But women like us, we grind our teeth and bide our time. If we\u2019re lucky, we\u2019re the final wife, standing on his grave. Drape us in widow\u2019s black and we have form again. We\u2019d haunt him, but we\u2019ve already given him enough of our time.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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