Her lips are frosted in that pearlescent lipstick that women coveted in the nineties. The kind they outlined with dark liner to give their lips extra pout. These were the days before collagen was just a reasonably priced syringe away. Hers move like fish lips when she prattles “Name at the top. Answer the questions. The doctor will come.”
It is the speech of a robot. I tick my way to question five.
Have you had a poor appetite or been overeating?
I look over at Fish Lips. “What would you constitute as overeating?”
Her sickly pink fluffy jumper hugs her chubby arms. She reminds me of Flumps (the marshmallow). She wasn’t into portion control.
“Who cares honey. Just tick in the middle.” She goes back to reading her Real People magazine. Pages of relatable souls that have gone through terrible times. ‘I was 20 stone by the time I was 13.’ ‘I sold my baby for £25.’ ‘I was stabbed by my husband’s father’s brother in law’…
Question seven.
Have you had trouble concentrating on things like reading the paper or watching the TV?
Fish Lips rustles in her desk drawers. She pulls out a toffee and starts twisting the shiny wrapper with her pink globulous sausage fingers.
I stare at her ’til she looks up. Pools of toffee moisture have collected in the corners of those lips. She smacks them together with each chew.
“What honey?” She says through her caramel mess.
“Does porn count? As watching TV?”
Her spidery eyelashes meet as she gives me the death stare. She crinkles her nose and hisses “Vile.”
Last question. Number nine.
Have you thought that you’d be better off dead or hurting yourself in some way?
Her lips smooch louder. She pours toffees onto her desk and shoves another in.
I stare at her again. “Does it count if I’ve thought that someone else might be better off dead?”
She stops chewing and holds her mouth open. I see a syrup goo of saccharine and pearlescent lipstick.
I continue, “If I’ve thought of hurting someone else?”
I notice the gleaming red handles on a pair of scissors that are casually laid next to her pile of toffees.
Revenge is sweet.
I feel a bit stabby now.
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Go suck on a toffee.
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Is that advice, or verbal abuse?
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Could it be a bit of both? I’m very indecisive these days…
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🙂
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there’s an upside to madness.
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And as long as they outweigh the downsides we are all just fine…
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also why we’re chummy in a collective. for some relief.
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Goddamnit, the bar’s so high. Love it.
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^ This. 😛
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I felt like I had to bring my A Game after reading those first posts… oh the pressure.
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I’m pretty sure all of us feel the same. My underwear’s soaked. Not sure if it’s because of nerves or excitement. Haha!
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Wow I like how you made fish lips so hateable. I still feel like I’m sitting there listening to her chewing that toffee.
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Thank you! Eww, she makes me sick, and she’s putting me right off my toffees.
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