The Smell of Rubber

The peculiar episode with the blue phalli was of course put down to a reaction to the expensive red wine she had been drinking, and the fact that she had drunk far too much of it. Although at the time it had felt that there was an intense meaning to it, a big answer of some kind, it soon started to fade. She briefly mentioned it to Louise and Jackie, neither had experienced anything peculiar about the wine that night so it must have been a personal allergy or something.

Two weeks later Elsie was at work in the office. Douglas was being charming but insane again, telling a bunch of potential business funders that it wasn’t just him that believed the riff raff, or Twilighters as he called them, should be killed for the better good of the planet, it was becoming more common amoung the “respectable” classes. He said it with a grin on his face, and the business men chuckled along with him. Elsie wondered if underneath this jovial charade there was a serious malicious truth. She was considering turning round from her desk to confront them on this, instead she smelt the strong smell of burning rubber and the scruffy falling apart cardboard box next to her desk became God. It spoke to her in words she could not understand. Her mouth filled with saliva and with a groan her head sunk down onto the desk.

She was sent home early from work that day. The next morning she saw her doctor. Stress was the diagnosis, and she was given a couple of weeks off work. Elsie was beginning to get frightened. She had been through far more stressful things in the past and she hadn’t seen God in the office. She found these episodes, this loss of control, loss of her mind, terrifying. Like reality being torn apart. She was an intelligent, well educated woman with a good job she felt secure in, but now this seemed to create a huge hole beneath her feet, an unknown. Almost as  if she could no longer trust her own senses, and when you can’t trust your own senses what can you trust? She needed something to cling on to. Abel had gone, what was there to help her feel secure? And so she turned to me.

Previous Blue Phalli

whole story – Spletzer-Martin 5





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