On mornings like this, when two poorly insulated 1/2 inch sheets of drywall were all that separated the headboard of his bed from the blaring alarm clock in the adjacent apartment,  James secretly cursed the rental agent that had left he and Janie alone in the apartment long enough for Janie to slip her panties into her handbag, and him into her, atop the current ‘must have’ for every modern housewife, the olive green enameled, fully automatic dishwasher…

The telltale scents of a new day dawning roused him as he leaned heavily against the wall behind the toilet with one hand and did his best to aim from memory with the other- ‘how does she do that, always get up in plenty of time to have the coffee perking and the bacon frying before my feet ever hit the floor?’ James wondered as he shuddered, shook, and snapped the elastic waistband of his white jockey style briefs back into place…

The bawk- bawk- bawk- of the neighbors alarm clock, though still audible, grew fainter as he stumbled down the hall and nearer the kitchen where it was pleasingly replaced by Janie singing along with Simon and Garfunkel’s, The Boxer, as it emanated from the state of the art transistor radio on the kitchen window sill…

Slipping in behind Janie, her warm, soft, body molding instantly to him, James instinctively rolled his hips against her, the smooth white cotton of his briefs gliding effortlessly into place against the softly quilted rayon finish of her pale pink, floor-length robe- he buried his face in the nape of her neck and inhaled deeply, savoring the remnants of Jean Naté body splash as it intermingled with the musky traces his love had left on her satiny smooth skin the night before…

Just as James was exhaling his warm contented breath into the heaven that was his Janie’s sweet, soft, shoulder, the radio, having evidently lost its signal, began broadcasting a shrill screaming “WAAAAAAAAAAA” sound that instantly ended the tender moment and sent James scrambling to grab the hand held transistor from the window sill, pop the cover off the compartment that housed the 9-volt battery on the backside of the radio and yank the battery free from the red and black cables that secured it into the battery compartment causing a rush of electricity unlike any he ever imagined could possibly be generated by a single 9-volt battery to run up his arm and land with a thud in his chest…

“Clear!!” the lead EMT on the scene called out in hopes of drowning out the exuberance of a young Marine as he correctly solved the lyrical puzzle on tonight’s episode of Wheel of Fortune and shouted out in knowing victory over the silence of the studio audience,  “What is The Boxer by Simon and Garfunkel!”, as a wave of molten electricity found its way deep into James’ thoracic cavity…

Posted for Girlie on the Edge’s Six Sentence Story, Cue word: Clear.

14 thoughts on “bawk-bawk-bawk

  1. lol*
    Totally enjoyable Six
    Despite my frenetic use of html below, for my somewhat dated cultural reference, I’ll forgo the youtube link and say
    “We are not worthy! We are not worthy!!”


    * no, serially, that was my initial reaction as I read your Six**
    ** and, in fact, constitutes a compliment of the highest order… i.e. inchoate reaction to enjoying a collection of elements in a story before taking the time to separate them into lights and darks…***
    *** I mean, damn! Any Six that contains sex1, audio stimulation2, a genuine if only guessed at insight3 and a shock ending, well4, whats not to like?

    1) Sentence 1
    2) Sentence 3
    3) Sentence 4
    4) Sentence 6

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