Voiceless


Voiceless

(Originally Published in sPARKLE & blink)

“Hello Mary.” “—.” “Why can’t you talk?” Mary opens her mouth to reveal a frog in her throat. “Why is there a frog in your throat?” Mary writes MY HUSBAND GERRY PUT IT THERE on a torn page from her writing journal. “Can you remove the frog?” Mary nods no. “Can you kill the frog?” Mary nods no. “Can I kill the frog?” Mary nods yes. “I’ll jab your frog with my keys. Julie — you know my wife Julie — she often marvels at the jabbing quality of my keys. Can you open your mouth? I promise I won’t jab your tongue.” Mary opens her mouth and Sam punishes the green intruder with his serrated apartment key. Blood squirts onto his blue ocean eyeballs. “Do you have a napkin?” “I have a tampon. Can you clean your bloody eyes with my tampon?” “Thank you, Mary.” “My pleasure.” “I’m happy you can speak now.” “My female voice doesn’t enjoy wearing handcuffs.” “Why did Gerry put a frog in your throat?” “He stuffed it in while I slept.” “Why did he do that?” “He says I talk too much.” “Do you?” “I only talk when I have something worth saying.” “Are you happy with Gerry?” “We’re divorcing. Gerry wants to sign the papers tomorrow at dusk.” “Why dusk?” “That’s when all our neighborhood bullfrogs come out looking to mate.”

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