I woke with a start. My hair was stuck to my head with sweat. Valena had her hand on my shoulder and I was sitting up straight in the bed. “Are you OK?” she asked.
“Yeah, yeah, just a bad dream.” I said.
“Been having a lot of them lately.” Valena said matter of factly.
“Yeah, they’re getting worse too,” I said, “Maybe I need to see a doctor. But, I don’t know what kind of doctor I should call”
“Tell me.”
I pursed my lips and exhaled – it might be good to get it off my chest. “Ok, let’s make some coffee and sit in the kitchen.”
Ten minutes later I set her cup down in front of her and sat myself down across from her. I blew gently over the top of my steaming mug of coffee and looked into Valena’s eyes. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”
She nodded.
“OK then. Some of this I am not sure of, there are strong impressions and feelings but nothing concrete. Other parts are real. I swear they have already happened or they will happen, soon. It always starts off the same. I am in a moving vehicle. Moving fast but I’m not driving. I feel like it might be a train but I can’t hear the tracks or other train-noises. In fact, there is no sound at all. Perfect silence. I am looking out the window at the passing countryside. Very pastoral, very peaceful. Meadows, cows, ponds and stands of trees silhouetted off in the distance. I think it’s dusk. The sky is yellow and red-orange like a sunset.
“Then instantly everything goes black. My impression is that there has been an accident and this is reinforced by pain. Severe pain coupled with total silence and absolute black. I stay like this, wracked with pain, unable to move, not hearing or seeing for a long time. It’s torture but eventually it passes and there is some light. It’s very dim but not far away. I feel that if I could hold my hand out it would be illuminated. Gradually I sense motion and shadows in the light.
“It’s a struggle but I pull the shadows together into forms of people, people that I know. I can hear them too. I recognize a classroom. My classroom when I was in high school. It’s the room where I took AP English – Microfiction 101.
“I’m surrounded by my classmates and none of them have aged. Lindsay Backer is sitting in front of me and she’s still 17 years old. I’ve aged though and so has my teacher. Ms. Hanolsy is standing in front of the class and she has that blue hair thing going on, but she still stands straight and speaks with strength and confidence. You know, she was one of my favorite teachers she was stern, and she was strict, but she was fair and she knew her stuff. I learned a lot from Ms. Hanolsy.
“She’s explaining our lesson for the day. She’s teaching gargleblasters.”
Valena looked up, “What’s that?”
“It’s a particularly advanced genre of microfiction – very vertically integrated and not something to be taken lightly or attempted alone by a rookie. Careless gargleblasting can lead to headaches, oily discharge, severe bodily harm or even death so the tone in class that day is serious, none of the typical joking or grab-assing that can normally pervade a high school AP English class. Everyone understands that this has to be done correctly.
Written on the blackboard behind Ms. Hanolsy is the ultimate question that has to be answered with our 42 word gargleblasters. She turns and points to the neat block letters behind her…
WHAT IS THE AIRSPEED VELOCITY OF A FLYING MONKEY?
(LADEN OR UNLADEN, YOUR CHOICE.)
Then she moves back to her desk and watches us carefully. She’s worried. I pick up my pen and dash off a submission. I write carelessly and cavalierly:“I stand with my paper and start to move to the teacher’s desk. Ms. Hanolsy has fear in her eyes. She knows what’s about to happen.”
“What happens?” Valena asks.
“I find myself in a moving vehicle. Moving fast but I’m not driving. It might be a train.”
See me? I’m smilin’
Thanks guys!
Utterly brilliant! I love the circle you created–it would be scary to be on that ride…
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Love it! It’s kind of like “Groundhog Day” on the “Heart of Gold”… (yikes)
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Oh, yeah another “Hitchhiker’s” reference. I hadn’t even thought of that! Hmmmm….
But then I wouldn’t ‘ave.
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How clever! It’s like a story withing a story within a gargleblaster! Awesome! TiV
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Word count was a concern. I just barely got in under the limit.
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I love that you are speakeasy-ing and gargleblasting at the same time! lol This was really great!
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Thanks Jen – Glad you enjoyed it!
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Very clever. 🙂 And lots of fun, although I don’t think I could cope with the repeat – how exhausting.
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Probably would make me wake up in a sweat. Oh wait…
Thanks for the comment.
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that’s exactly how I feel looking down the barrel of writing another gargleblaster. In a good way, of course. I was laughing at Ms. Hanolsy’s reactions. Great answer!
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I hope she doesn’t mind that I used her name. Purely coincidence, I assure you.
Thanks Nate.
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This is amazing! Imagine if everything we wrote….oh I will have to think more carefully about my subjects! I love the gargleblaster-speakeasy crossover. I had to read out your definition of a gargleblaster to my husband as he now calls any writing I’m doing “gargleblasting.”
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I really love to read what you write. Even your comments are awesome!
Thanks Tienne
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What can I say? Love, love, love. And a laugh. Tipping my hat to you, sir.
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Thank you, thank you very much. Stay dry in England.
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Amazing and very clever, I was engaged from beginning to end.
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Thanks very much. Glad you liked it.
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This was utterly brilliant. You have outdone yourself with this.
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Thanks Kathy. Good to see ya!
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Haha, this was super fun. This is how yeahwrite does nesting dolls!
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Gracias Mel!
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A gargleblaster within a Speakeasy piece? YeahWriteseption!
Congrats on the great post.
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Missed you around here this week. Thanks for saying nice things!
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This was so much fun! Great description of the dream, too–I have some anxiety dreams that repeat (ugh). I didn’t know we were risking so many unpleasant side effects while Gargleblasting 🙂
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Marcy –
With your skill and dexterity you need not fear the Gargleblaster. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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I always think the key to these eerie, dream-type stories is the vividness of the mundane details that form the backdrop. So, with lines like “Ms. Hanolsy is standing in front of the class and she has that blue hair thing going on” you created that atmosphere perfectly. It reminded me of a classic old horror film, Dead of Night.
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🙂 Thanks. I’m smiling again!
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Oh, nice. Like someone said above, it’s the YeahWrite version of Inception. Speakeasies within gargleblasters….whoa.
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*blink* *BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA* Thom, I am going to be laughing for DAYS about this! Ms. Hanolsy indeed! I would believe it was pure coincidence if there were more than two Hanolsy’s out there. (Seriously. Google it.) But seriously, this is hysterically funny and I loved it. I am flattered and honored to be the blue-haired dragon lady at the front of the class. (Still snickering….)
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I am so happy that you did not take offense. I really did mean it when I said I learned a lot from Ms. Hanolsy!
I’m glad you liked the story.
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