You don’t hear a lot about Cinder these days, I realize, so I thought I’d catch you up with what’s going on in his world via our text exchanges.
Jane: This is your boarding pass. Have a good trip.
Two weeks later:
Cinder: Landed.
Jane: Here.
Cinder: K.
Next day:
Cinder: My course schedule is all fucked up.
Jane: You’ll have to see your counsellor, I guess.
Cinder: I guess.
Next day:
Jane: Supper’s ready.
Later that night:
Jane: Where are you?
Cinder: Home soon.
Next day:
Jane: Food. Caesar dressing or oil and vinegar?
Cinder: Caesar.
A few days later:
Cinder: Math 30-1 has a special textbook that’s $20.
Jane: Ok.
A few days later:
Cinder: Can I drop English 30 and take it online?
Jane: K.
Later that day:
Jane: Supper.
Next day:
Jane: Food.
Next day:
Jane: Food.
A few days later:
Jane: This is your Alberta Health Care number.
Cinder: Why are you sending this to me?
Jane: You’ll get a phone call. You’ll need it.
A few days later:
Cinder: Can you get toilet paper on the way home.
Jane: There is a shitload of toilet paper in the furnace room.
Cinder: Not a good place for toilet paper.
Jane: Alternative storage suggestions welcome.
Next day:
Cinder: Where are the bandaids?
Jane: What happened?
Cinder: Nothing. Where are the bandaids?
Jane: Bathroom, top cabinet.
Cinder: No.
Jane: Then we’re out.
Cinder: Can you buy bandaids.
Jane: Do I need to hurry home?
…
Jane: Are you bleeding to death? Is Flora? Is Ender? Is there a dead body in the house?
Cinder: Buy bandaids.
Cinder: And cookies.
A few days later:
Jane: Are you dead?
Cinder: No.
Jane: Coming home?
Cinder: Eventually.
Jane: Can I have an ETA? I’m stuck in the stairwell under Flora’s desk and I need help to move it.
Jane: Cinder? Hello? I’m really stuck!
Later:
Jane: Supper.
Next day:
Jane: Food.
Next day:
Cinder: There’s no food in the house.
Jane: Basement. Ramen, Annie’s. Cans of beans. Knock yourself out. There might still be a frozen pizza in the fridge.
Cinder: K.
Next day:
Jane: Mashed potatoes or garlic bread?
Cinder: Both?
A few days later:
Cinder: What’s my CBE password?
Jane: How the fuck should I know?
Cinder: Didn’t you write it down somewhere for when I forgot?
Jane: No. Reset it.
Cinder: What’s my CBE email?
Jane: Seriously?
Next day:
Jane: Supper.
Next day:
Cinder: Where are you?
Jane: Out. Why?
Cinder: There’s no food.
Jane: Pizza.
Cinder: There’s no fruit or salad things in the house.
Jane: Who are you?
Next day:
Jane: Supper.
Next day:
Cinder: Can I have $20?
Jane: Cash?
Cinder: Yes.
Jane: Today?
Cinder: Yes.
Jane: Only if all the change in the change jar in front of the Buddha adds up to $20.
Cinder: Are we broke?
Jane: Experiencing cash flow difficulties.
A few days later:
Cinder: Can you proof my resume?
Next day:
Jane: Food.
Cinder: Not home.
Jane: Where are you?
Cinder: Out.
Jane: K. I’m gonna eat your steak.
Cinder: Coming home.
God, I love this 6 foot 3 baby of mine
xoxo
“Jane”
I so love the teenage boy times! xoxo. Thanks for the memories. I can def relate.
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This is the most entertaining short-form narrative I’ve read in a while.
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Love this! Thanks for sharing 🙂
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