Flash Fiction #134
“Oh, Lisha. Please stop.” Mali groans.
“Well, I think you should be the last person to care about real or unreal, given your record of…” Lisha says.
“What are you talking about?” Mali is surprised.
“I don’t want to spell it out. You know what I am talking about.” Lisha says.
“Please spell it out. I don’t know what you are talking about. What is my record? I want things to be real. I hate anything unreal.” Mali says. “Does everybody agree?”
“Oh, give me a break. Don’t make me say it.” Lisha says.
“What are you talking about, Lisha. We are all very confused. Please tell us.” Mali’s faithful assistants unite in their challenge against Lisha.
“Well, Mali, forgive me for saying this, but your husband hates your narcissistic guts. He needs you for financial reasons, and this makes him hate you more. Also your son didn’t beat up this bully or that arrogant jerk in school, which you couldn’t wait to tell everybody. We Asians are often bullied in school. Your son said those things just to make you feel better since he knows you are a narcissist and wants the narcissistic supply. Also he didn’t lose his front teeth by accident–he went out drinking with some college boys and got drunk and fell down. And you know why his high school teacher, the cute blonde lady, called your husband when your son missed school?” Lisha asked.
Mali is furious, but she says calmly, “Well, my husband cell phone is on school record since my English is not as good as his. The cute blonde lady respects us and cares about us.”
“Oh well, dream on. I think she called because she is sleeping with your son and she didn’t see him for two or three days. You don’t see anything. You are blind. You have no rights to talk about real or not real.” Lisha says.
Everybody gets up and starts to beat Lisha, while Lisha screams, “I am not finishing yet. I think your love for that European brand is ridiculous since that brand used to be worn by prisoners, who had to wear bright colored outfit to go out picking garbage by the motorways.”
Everybody is beating, pushing, yelling at Lisha.
“Wake up, Lisha. Wake up.” Lisha hears people saying loudly around her and feels the push.
“I can’t believe I fell asleep. It’s a dream.” Lisha wakes up.
“It must be the drink. The hostess added alcohol to it. You don’t usually drink. So…” Mali says.