Jezebel threw open the sash that had held her tiny little life together. With the sweat of the night before and/or the heat flashes that seemed to encompass her daily routine…the Bell of the ball…felt the wind being sucked from her sails.
‘This fuckin’ cold is kicking my ass. Today!? Today! Is the last day of the rest of my life!’
What with a 100 degree temperature, a swollen big toe, one runny nostril and a handful of other ailments…one of which being, potty mouth and potty bottom…
With all these small but increasingly life threatening ailments, Jezebel, knew the end would be coming soon.
Common colds are for commoners. This particular cold was much different than all the others for the very simple reason…Jezebell was prone to the dramatics in life.
What had made her careen from the bed to the window…with the speed of a cat in heat? The bi-yearly visit to dear old grandma Jeze’s tomb!
Today had been the day to end all days. Today Jezebel, Sister Lelah Catherine, Mother Sarah and Jezebel’s partner in crime and in the bedroom…Meghan, would be churning up the old Volvo station wagon and pointing it toward the badlands…commonly known as, Massachusetts.
Yet, as Jeze, stood milling over her short life…how her obit would read…
…a fellow sister has fallen today. Gone by way of the heavens. Leaving behind a lifelong legacy of self fulfilling prophecies…a writer by day, lover by night and guilty as sin every hour in between…
…Jeze, succumbed two days ago, to a 36 hour illness known as the common cold!
Not only did tears well up in the eyes of our heroine. A memory, a deju vu, a recollection of the night before and it’s dreams crept up and reminded her of guilt and it’s true and far reaching legacy.
They had been traveling at the lightening speed of 45 mph. Meghan had been at the helm. Up snug and close to banging her contact lens on the windshield…Meghan had only just received her license 2 years ago. After several failed attempts and one bad hot coffee spill!
Of course, Meghan had been the obvious choice… to make the long trek down to the armpit of New England…the suburbs of Boston. The two other co-pilots straddling the bench seat were less likely to get the group to it’s destination than they were in receiving a book of matches, a map and a reward…if they could navigate their way out of a corn maze!
Sister Lelah had been warned by her doctor to lay off the cosmetic braces. That she had been wearing adult braces for so long…they could possibly be responsible for the good sister’s lack of common sense.
And, Mother Sarah? Well, Jezebel’s mother had needed help getting her acceleration leg in the car since she was diagnosed with Shenanigan Syndrome. An old malady, handed down from one catholic female to the next. Often confused with the following term; SPELL
‘Oh, the good sister? Well, she had a spell! No other way to explain. One leg went out from underneath her, than the next and well, the last thing I remember, her dentures flew across the lawn.’
And, of course, due to the simple fact that Jezebel has thrown theology out the proverbial window…in exchange for the Goddess. Jeze found herself entombed in the back. Arms crossed delicately on the upper torso. Ankles crossed virgin-ally…on the lower torso. Between living between sin and homosexuality...made your’s truly a prime target for the dreadful sniffles. Jezebel was indeed death warmed over. And, make no doubt about it, her tawdry ways coupled with guilt, were key ingredients to this boiler maker cold!
Sneezing and coughing and spewing. Jezebel had been the season’s first victim to the common cold. Her only hope? The hidden bottle of Afrin…placed beneath the chains that held her wallet in place…
Current day, Jezebel, shivered from the memory, the dream. Had she concocted the whole scenario? Did her mother, as in the dream, denounce the Afrin demon with ten rounds of the Our Father, five rounds of the Hail Mary and a promise to never scratch a sweepstakes’s ticket again!
During the hysteria! Her partner, Meghan driving recklessly arguing with Sister Lelah Catherine on the proper arrangement of ‘thongs’ while being wheeled away by EMS...Sister Lelah texting her new found love, a virtual IGO (image generated object)! Igo declining to take the relationship to a new level. The Sister debating the pro’s and con’s of sex one handed!
Amid the bad karma, playing heavily in the background, Brand New Key, by a little known artist named, Melanie!
Turning from the window, placing the day in order. Placing the nightmare in a box of pinky sized laughing Buddhas…Jezebel took a hit off her pipe, shook the air our of her head and took two good tugs of a bottle of Afrin.
Slowly she made her way downstairs. Readying herself for the tormenting phone call that lay ahead.
‘Hey, Mom, it’s me…I know I promised you. But I’m too sick to go anywhere. Can we go to the Cemetery next week? I know, I know…you’re disappointed!’
Known to cause paralysis from the neck down. No known cause. No known cure.
immobility of brain cells
Age of onset: 15 yr., in catholic/irish/females