Will You Stop Laughing Please!

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He laughed loudly.

 

A door closed behind him.

 

He laughed more loudly still.

 

Another door closed behind him. Slammed!

 

He continued. He chortled. He guffawed. He split his sides.

 

A text message came through.

 

“Will you STOP laughing, please? You’re annoying me.”

 

No, he said to himself. No. It’s my house and I’ll laugh if I want to.

 

And he laughed even more loudly.

 

The walls laughed with him. They too were beginning to split their sides.

 

A door opened quietly behind him.

 

The man was too busy laughing to notice.

 

He stifled his laughter as the cord tightened around his throat.

 

This was no laughing matter.

 

 

 

 

Eye

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I am looking at the eye

At the space where the eye is meant to be.

It is blank. Dead.

Like an abandoned place.

Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t wink at me

Like it used to do.

No flashing-green come-on.

Nothing.

It has been swallowed by a black hole

Of indifference.

It isn’t as though we just met.

Why doesn’t she text, or phone?