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That's All Don

There are a few things happening. I'm in Fraser, it's summer and I'm driving on a back road behind the tubing hill. I see a Facebook friend wandering down the street alone. It's dusty and warm and dust is in his hair and face. He walks with his head down. He's troubled and sad, and I want to help, but I think he's dangerous so I keep driving.  

A few friends and I (though I can't recall who they are) are eating lunch ontop of a mountain. It's pleasant outside and the air is fresh. My former boss, one of the more abusive ones, is mentioned by my friends. They are also here to see her. Supposedly she's adopted three babies. I'm appalled by this news and question how an adoption agency could have given this woman babies. We eat a fine meal. And then a few minutes later another meal arrives. I tell my friends that I'm not hungry and that we literally just ate 5 minutes ago. They dig into their rice and bean cakes and I leave the table. I knock on my former bosses door. Her assistant answers, a beautiful Brazilian woman. There is a giant aquarium in the room holding a narwhal. They are doing some kind of experiment. I don't ask what it is. My former boss's arms are large and misshapen. "That's all done." She says to me. I don't know what she's talking about, but I assume it means she's fixed something. I leave and see a coworker sitting in the window by a few hanging plants. She's supposed to be at home, not here, and I think to myself this woman doesn't like being at home.  

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tags: fraser, tubing hill, Brazilian woman, misshapen arms, picnic, mountain top, narwhale, narwhal
Wednesday 06.17.15
Posted by felicity fenton
 

Too many people in the house

My husband and I are attempting to have a vacation. We are staying in a tiny cabin with a screen door and one large window that is barely covered by a flimsy curtain. It feels like summer on a western movie set. Men without teeth rock back and forth on chairs on the porch. I really want to be alone with my husband so we can have sex, but people keep coming in and out of the door. I close the door and shut the curtains further then hop into my husband's penis. I'm about to climax when I hear the door open. My sister and mom along with the two old men from the porch barge in. I jump up and begin to yell at everyone. It's not polite to barge into someone's house without knocking. We are trying to have sex. We are trying to make a baby. I tell them, just so they leave us alone, knowing full well that I don't want another baby. Later I see my friend/lover from a long time ago. We are eating lunch at a camp table and it's someone's birthday. A cake is delivered to the table. 

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tags: cabin in the woods, tiny cabin, man without teeth, Man in rocking chair, old western, birthday cake, picnic, too many people in the house, family
Saturday 04.18.15
Posted by felicity fenton
 

Go outside. Good things happen outside.