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They are the only two girls
in computer lab, and the two are not friends. Christine attempted a
friendly conversation on the first day of class, but the forced smile
Madelyn responded with crushed that beginning.
Christine is not one to extend herself
especially to girls like Madelyn who put how they look a head of
everything else. Case in point, there is only one sink in the small
bathroom, and Madelyn has been using the mirror above the sink to apply
her make-up for the entire ten minute break. Christine came into the
bathroom to use the toilette now she needs to wash her hands, but
Madelyn is blocking the sink.
"I need to wash my hands," Christine
says rolling up the sleeves of her shop smock.
"You see me over here, right? And you
see I am doing something, right? What, am I just suppose to stop what I
am doing for you? Not likely."
Being larger, Christine thinks of
pushing past Madelyn to the sink and washing her hands.
"I don't know how you could do that in
a bathroom with some else in here anyway. You saw me standing here when
you came in here and sat in the stall and pooped."
"It's a bathroom, Madelyn. That's what
happens in here."
"But you saw me in here putting on my
make-up and you did it anyway."
"Madelyn, I need to wash my hands, and
you are blocking the sink."
"I need to put on my make-up, and you
fouled the air. How rude was that? You are not going to bully me out of
here. I have to get this done."
Christine decides pushing past Madelyn
to the sink is the only solution. It won't take her twenty seconds to
wash her hands. She is about to step by her but stops. In the seat of
Madelyn's banana yellow jeans Christine sees a small crimson stain
"I will be done here in a minute. You
are just going to have to wait."
Helping Madelyn really isn't high on
Christine's 'to do list,' but she would want some to intervene if she
was in Madelyn's situation. Walking into that boy filled computer lab
would be a disaster for her. Christine can't let her do it.
"Madelyn, you have a small spot on the
back of your jeans."
"There is some blood coming though your
"No," she turns to see in the mirror,
"oh my God, how am I going to get that out. This can't be happening to
me." Madelyn grabs her purse from the sink and starts undoing her jeans
and walks to the toilette stall.
Christine steps to the sink and begins
washing her hands.
"I won't be able to get this out,"
"Wear a shop smock for once. It will
cover the spot."
"But, they are so drab."
"It will cover the spot."
"Yes, will you go get it for me?"
"Sure. I can do that."
Tony Lindsay has
published three short story collections: Pieces of the Hole
Press), Fat from Papa's
Head, and Emotional
Drippings (Pen Knife Press). His stories also appeared on
the African American literary web-site timbooktu.com, as well as in Cicada.
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by Anthony Kitterick, 2012