My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.
Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.
The story started with All Intents and Purposes.
I Couldn’t Care Less
I’m not in the door for two seconds before dad grills me about my mood. He gives me the lecture about how I couldn’t share my biggest secret with a best friend who isn’t like us.
Honestly, I could care less right now.
Dad throws up his arms. Which means you do care. If less is possible, there is a quantity of care.
My finger twirls as my rage boils. NO MORE ENGLISH LESSONS TODAY! Dad’s wide eyes prove he’s taken aback. We never think at this volume, especially at home. He rubs his head, then his arms. Did I give him an actual shock? Mom’s done it to me hundreds of times, not always intentionally, but I’ve never done it to anyone. I twirl my finger, dialing to a whisper. Sorry.
I sit at the table to do my homework. My thoughts drift toward earlier, to emotions that will betray me. I shove more math and science into focus instead. Dad only comes in the room to drop off dinner. He reminds me that mom is working third shift tonight. I assure him I won’t bother her at four in the morning when she gets home.
That’s when he glimpses my memories. The split second it took me to decide not to talk to mom caused me to think about earlier. I put my head on the table and cover it with my arms.
We can talk about boys.
No. Please, no. I want to curl up and die.
You know there aren’t secrets in this house.
Oh Gouda, do I cheesy ever know that.
Are you cursing in dairy now?
We eat dinner in silence, trying not to think. He keeps picturing an indri sitting in the curio cabinet. Not a little porcelain one, but a huge animated one, which is singing. I add a pink elephant to our vision. It offers its trunk so that the indri can swing.
Dad laughs. Well, I certainly can’t sit here and not think about an elephant in the room. Come on.
We clear the dishes together. I gather my school stuff and head to the stairs. Dad stops me.
If you could change one thing about the world, other than ending the Homeland Security Mind Task Force and getting acceptance for our kind, what would it be?
I don’t know.
So sit down. Watch the news with me. Look for some inspiration.
I flop down on the sofa and clutch a throw pillow to my chest. This is going to be a stupid waste of my time.
If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
by J Lenni Dorner
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