Part…The End

The ride home is pretty uneventful, save for that brief stop that Cedric makes to pick up a snack from a roadside vendor. I suppose you may wonder what would posses anyone to do something as retarded as that. This, as you can imagine is not something that can be explained with just the one answer. We will attempt to look at three.

1.Hunger that leads to a (see 2 below)
2.Complete disregard for all things sensible best summed up as (see 3 below)

Having made an assessment we will continue to see what the protagonist of this tale is up to and more importantly attempt to fit in more big words.

The meal, if we are permitted to exercise a certain degree of liberal naming, seems to have hit the spot, Cedric is in a good mood. The kind that has him hum to the music playing on the radio. It’s not a nice song, in fact, by any sensible person’s standards it can not be called a song.

Cedric gets home and is still in the greatest of spirits.

He goes inside the house and at that moment out of the shadows emerges a being with the most sinister of intentions. Then again, sinister is relative. After all, a person going and placing a link on someone else’s blog might have his motives called into question. This time round, a tyre is stolen.

Its as simple as that, no fancy moves. One minute the care has a tyre, the next it doesn’t. The culprit leaves without a sound, well, barely a sound. There’s a scream as he gets on the road, but that’s all there is to it.

Cedric meanwhile has taken a shower, a brief one. It’s merely for effect. Just to get rid of the smell of sweat that has built up.
You’ve sweated before, you can relate.

He wonders, ever so briefly what the scream was about and looks for a tee shirt. He picks one that’s got the “F” word scrawled across it. His girlfriend bought this for him so it’s only fitting that he should wear it today. After all, worse tee-shirts have been worn.

Donning his tee, Cedric walks over to his table and picks up his car keys. He knows he will have to refuel the car, what he doesn’t know is that he also has to fit a tyre on it first.
Until now…

Cursing under his breath (because that’s all you can do when you’re working on your car) he toils away, consoling himself all the while that when it’s fixed, he won’t have to share a seat in a taxi.

He has had numerous bad experiences with taxis…and hairy people, but that’s not important.
Cedric jumps into the car and drives out heading for a bookshop or some other place he can get a card from. He finds one and parks.

The aura inside the store has a tremendous effect on him, for all of a sudden, his mood is much better. He takes some delight at the glances his tee shirt is fetching. He picks up a large card and a gift and makes his way over to the “counter” to pay. The service is incredibly favorable and he is done in no time.

He steps out and finds that his car has been bedecked with accessories no driver wishes to own. His vehicle has been clumped.

He tries,as have many drivers before him to locate the person to resolve this little disturbance.He finds him trying to board a taxi.He is visibly pissed when Cedric tries to reason with him.He has a look that suggests that he has been delayed from making a call, a booty call.

That out of the way,Cedric drives off and tries to ignore the rumbling that’s building up in his stomach.Its not quite the kind that signifies that your tummy has had it with digesting the enzymes the saliva was giving a ride,rather it seems to be suggesting that a visit to the loo might actually be a brilliant idea.
A message that does not quite make it to the brain.If it does,the brain chooses to pretend that its either not in or taking a shower.

Cedric drives over to his girlfriend’s home and finds a car parked at the front of the gate. (And in case you were wondering,she didn’t work today.Its her birthday so she called in sick)
Its a nice car, and it has all four tyres. The tyres are not the reason Cedric is looking at it like that.

He wants to believe its another man.A rival even. He knows better.Its his girlfriend’s father and at that moment he emerges from the driver’s seat. He gives Cedric an odd look.

Its a very bad time to be Cedric right now.He is going through a rough time trying to decipher what that look means. On the one hand it might be that his girlfriend’s father doesn’t like him very much…something he made peace with a while back.

Then,ofcourse,there’s the T-shirt.

There’s no time to fully assess the situation because the Woman in their lives comes out to meet them.
She leads them to the sitting room where they proceed to engage in light conversation.Its incredibly light seeing as Cedric decides to play the mute. The beads of sweat trickling down his forehead do not improve the situation.
Neither does the stomach rumbling.

“Honey,are you okay?”

He tries to nod that he is,but at that moment his speech is interupted by a message on its way to the brain.Turns out the stomach has had a disagreement with the food from the roadside vendor and now wants to evict it.Attempts to reach a compromise have yielded air.

Cedric excuses himself and makes his way to the bathroom. He can feel his “father-in-law’s” stare burrowing through his back.

He sits down and ..well,let’s just say he gets down to business.

He can hear his girlfriend arguing with her father over how she chose him over all the worthwhile suitors.He loves that about her.The way she always sticks up for him.
His hand reaches for the tissue…and misses.

Well,miss is such a strong word,he does make some contact with the hard paper thingy that usually holds the soft part of the roll…

Panic grips him. In his moment of desperation he finds clarity. His senses have seemingly hit superhuman levels. He can clearly hear the conversation going on outside the door. The topic has changed and now his girlfriend’s father is speaking. Asking after her well being…and then he asks…

“Three days?When are they coming to fix your water…?”




  • Lovely Amphibian Reply December 6, 2005

    it’s worth the long wait. as i type this, i still have a silly grin on my face. applause, applause; and the crowd goes wild….

  • Degstar Reply December 7, 2005

    thank you mate for redeeming an otherwise mundane afternoon.

  • Jay Reply December 8, 2005

    This is lovely stuff. You ought to publish some time.

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