The Pink Curtains

"The Dialogue 500: IT'S BACK, BABY!"  [18+] prompt: You are the only survivor of a shipwreck. Alone in a raft upon the high seas, you break through a fog bank and see a rocky shoreline. There are people on the rocks...sirens. They call to you.

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“In the middle of the ocean. How did I end up here? Oh yes, I remember! My wife decided I needed a vacation. What I really think she meant is that she needed a vacation from me. So she buys me a boat, sends me off on this crazy sea voyage, and what happens? It sinks. It sinks! And now, I can’t even see anything because there’s so much fog around! I feel like I’m in our tiny little shower thing at home where she put up her pink curtains… PINK… in my bathroom. Can you imagine? Geez, and now I’m talking to myself, maybe I’m…

“Nah, I’m not crazy. She’s the one that’s crazy. I’m only talking to myself because there’s no one to talk to. Yeah, that’s right. I’m not scared, I’m not hungry, I’m not thirsty, I’m just… bored! Well… maybe a little hungry.”

“Daniel.”

“Wait, what was that? There’s no one here to whisper to me! Wait… wait… are they… no, no, they aren’t behind me. What is that?”

“Daniel, can you hear us? Daniel!”

“Well, of course I can hear you! What do you think I am, deaf? Wait, I wouldn’t have to be deaf if they’re talking my head. Hey! Get out of my head! Where are you?”

“Through the fog, Daniel. Follow our voices. You will find us.”

“Now tell me, how in the hell do you expect me to follow voices in my head? If they’re in my head, they wouldn’t go anywhere! Whoa… wait… is that sky? And… and land? Woot! The fog is clearing! Who’s that on shore? Nice looking la… ladies? Where am I?”

“There you are, Daniel. We’ve been waiting for you….”

“Wait, if you don’t mind me asking… waiting for me to what?”

“We want to sing to you, Daniel. Come… we will sing. And feast.”

“Feast! Oh yeah… I’m hungry. I want to feast! What’s for dinner?”

“You.”

“You are going to eat me for dinner? What kinda hullabaloo is… wow your voices are pretty. You sure you just want me for dinner? I probably don’t taste very good. Salty from all of the water and such.”

“That’s alright, Daniel. We knew you were coming, so we ordered extra… well, you will see. Come Daniel.”

“Well. You live, you shipwreck, you die. Supposed to be dead anyway, I suppose. Besides, this way, I don’t have to explain the lipstick on my collar to my wife! I’ll bet these women don’t put pink curtains in their husbands' bathrooms…”

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WC: 421