Flash fiction: Bob

My mum and Bob took me to the doctor. They also took me to the public pool, the Zoo and the circus. Bob never had children of his own and my mum wanted us to be a family so my real age wasn't that important. Not until they agreed to make this appointment for me. They talked a lot about how it was to be sweet sixteen. I still don't know which of them actually called the doctor. Usually it would be my mum of course. But at that time she liked Bob to do things for her, not only things she had a hard time with, but all sort of things, he even signed letters that have to be proved by parents.
On the way to the doctor I chose the ears. The ears were as far as I could get from my vagina and I was definitely not pregnant. I'd told them but my mum and Bob didn't trust the test you can buy in the shops. The doctor put a thing into my ear and looked. He continued with the other ear. Both were blocked. I could have told him that. He used lukewarm water. It tickled. He asked me why I stuffed paper into my ears. I didn't know what to say. I forgot about it. There are so many sounds I don't like. Now it's not Bob anymore. It never was. It's Alvin. Who the fuck wants her mother to giggle with a Alvin?

This is not civilized

I don't think I could do it. I only know what I can imagine. I imagine that I watch the lions in a Zoo. They tear a man apart. I don't want his name in the middle of my words, so I call him ABB. He just killed 74 Norwegians. He faced most of them. Then he pulled the trigger.
I don't see his face, I don't hear his screaming, it's not that I want his suffering. I don't care whether he suffers or not. I just want him to disappear in a human way. Feeding lions is not evil. Eating is survival. I never imagined such things before.

It was on the twentysecond of July 2011

This is the moment where I would like to use my tools and form the words, link them into sentences that mean something, perhaps even relieve something and I'm all silence.

Muse

I saw a young woman the other day. I instantly wanted to create a necklace for her. She stands in front of me in the morning with this peculiar necklace. So these days I'm a goldsmith. She took the word and lifted it out of so many stories and gave it to me.

Wonder

I wonder what it is like to live near a Zoo. To lie in my bed and listen to the downtown tigers. And at the gaz station the other day I was in line with the driver of a slurry pump truck and I wondered what it is like to ware his red dungarees.
Maybe it's just the wondering itself that makes me wonder.