689 Extracted Words – The Tease – May 2016

May 2016

I write flash fiction, non-fiction, essays and novels. This month’s Tease is from a short story written at the height of the Occupy Wall Street movement. With the onslaught of summer and its political races, partisan mudslinging and free-speech zones, I thought it might make an interesting installment for the Tease. Enjoy.

“Look at these freezing morons,” he chuckles to his wife, but she keeps her dark eyes steady on her book. “Get a job, you sleeping-bag Marxists.”

SOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAince being banned twice from the Zuccotti Park chats, he’s had to resort to mocking the local riffraff streaming and scheming down at Harding Park. With pugilistic deftness, he bluffs, feints and jabs at his ideological opponents. Beating these knobs to a rhetorical pulp is easy. Doing it without invoking banishment from the forums requires a much greater level of nuance.

He types in his password and screen name, Tisantaphobia.  “Do I see snow?” he engages, softly.

“Yes, very cold tonight, and windy. Lake effect I think,” the moderator, Ima99girl, types back.

“Looks like that global warming thing isn’t working for you tonight, Ima.” He has come across Ima99girl in the role of moderator before. She is young and seemingly unflappable. The only time he ever witnessed her lose her cool was when a chat participant repeatedly used the term “retarded” to describe others he disagreed with. She banned him without hesitation. He himself was threatened with expulsion by her once, when he posed the open question, “Which is more integral to OWS, bongos or bongs?” No drug talk in the chats.

Someone named Quaker chimes in about increased snowfall actually being predicted by climate change models. What a dope. Probably Al Gore’s love child.

He grips the mouse like a trigger, clicking the comment tab. “I built models when I was a kid. Schooners, battleships, warplanes.” he types. “Funny thing, they never came out like the picture on the box. Maybe I was sniffing too much of the glue. Did that happen to you, Quaker? Sniff too much glue?”

“Be nice,” the moderator types in bold.

He watches her reach off camera to adjust the streaming lens and for a moment, her slender, young torso darkens the picture. He reads the scroll at the bottom of the screen. “Banks got the bailout, we got the bill,” then, “National debt equals nationalized debt,” and then it repeats.

As she sits back, he notices a yellow button pinned to her coat. “What does your button say?”

She looks down and then the picture freezes. The sporadic footage reminds him of watching old Apollo missions on the NASA channel. When motion resumes, she’s rubbing her glasses with her sleeve.

“Careful, you’ll scratch the lenses,” he types in an almost fatherly tone.

“They’re fogged. Lol.” She looks down at the button. “Some guy was handing them out. It says ‘occupy with a smile’ and has a smiley.” She holds the pin to the screen and as her sleeve pulls back, he can see an yin yang tattoo on her forearm.

“They’re moving on Portland State,” someone types frantically. They follow it with a link.

“No links while we’re live please,” the girl reminds the offender.


She seems strong. Intelligent. He doesn’t know if becoming a moderator is a nominative process, but if so, her peers have chosen well.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” he asks and is immediately punished for his choice of words.

“Dude, aren’t you like 70?” Quaker cuts in. “The crap you say sounds like you’re seventy.”

He types back defensively, “I’m not hitting on her, I’m just concerned. I hear about things happening. Is there someone there to protect you?” He seems to have pricked a nerve. The response is swift and brutal from screen names he’s never seen.

“The police won’t protect her, that’s for sure.”

“Now you sound like you’re eighty, dude.”

“I thought you were a troll, but now I think you’re just a perv.”

“Easy guys.” the girl comes to his rescue. “Lol. See Tisant, I’m well protected. And yes, I do have a boyfriend.” She smiles and reaches off screen. For a moment, her face is hidden by a mass of dark hair.

“Cops using pepper at PSU. They’re moving on Oakland in half hour,” the foreboding typist returns. “Scanner says riot gear utilized.”

“Our cops are cool,” comments Rustbelt. “They don’t destroy our books, like New York.”

“The ones on the horses scare me, though,” the girl replies.

“I saw some of them joining human mic at the last GA. Very cool,” Erie adds.

“Twinkles for Cuyahoga Cops,” someone responds.

When they start with the OWS minutiae, it gets rather tedious. He decides to take a break before they start swapping vegan recipes.

He gets up and stretches his back then turns toward the kitchen. “I’m going to make some tea. Want any? I think there’s some Baikal left.” He watches as she nods and places her book on the couch, face down.

He returns with two cups on saucers, hers cradling a spoon and a pink packet of sugar substitute. She is standing near the television, her diminutive frame silhouetted against the glow. As he hands her the saucer he catches the solemn look on her face. He turns to the screen. A reporter speaks rapidly as a camera pans the streets behind her. The scene is like something out of the sixties, or Cairo. Trails of smoke partially obscure mounted police and other police on foot, wearing riot helmets.

“Is that Oakland?” he asks hopefully.

“No, it’s right here Jimmy. It’s right downtown.” Her dark eyes are fixed on the screen. “Reminds me of Kyushu.”




3 responses to “689 Extracted Words – The Tease – May 2016

  1. Oh, it’s done. (The complete piece is about 1500 words) Thank you for your interest. “Tisantaphobia” is the title. I hope to include it in a collection of my short pieces soon.


  2. Pingback: Masking Our Vulnerability – MelindaKucsera.com

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