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Uh woops, I ran out of day. No comic. Here’s a repost of a story that originally appeared here and was just published in the Yahara Journal!

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So Many Shades of Red, Our Love

By Breena Wiederhoeft

“Shower the people you love with love.” In a sea of conflicting ring-tones it is perhaps the only one which bears any relevance. In one moment it is battering my ear drums and in the next it simply resounds.

So I hum the tune.

I hum it at least fifty thousand times because it’s right there, in my head. Shower the people you love with love. I begin to brainstorm in a strangely literal way.

This begins as I am at my window, leaning outward toward my neighborhood with my elbows propped on the sill and my neck thrust forward. With my thoughts fully trained on a magnificent outpouring of love, my eyes fill to the brim with tears. If only I could shed those tears onto the people passing by on the sidewalk three stories below. The very first tear clings precariously to the edge of my eyelid.  I blink to encourage it, and it falls lightly to the sidewalk below, hitting no one. I try again, to the same effect. These tears of love, they will touch no one, so I retreat momentarily from my window.

I return with a pot of cold coffee left over from this morning. Love. I extend my arm out the window and, with a simple turn of my wrist, pour the contents of the pot onto a man who is walking his cocker spaniel. Some of the love splashes up onto his dog. The man turns to look at me and returns my affection with a string of sharp, forceful words. I hear only the urgency with which he projects them upward toward me. Of course. I smile briefly back at him, and again I retreat.

I return with a gallon of skim milk, a jar of mayonnaise, a bag of unshelled peanuts; without hesitation I shed this love down onto my brothers and sisters below me. Without waiting for their joyful response I rush back to the kitchen. Dishes, drinking glasses, my finest cloth napkins. Gently I distribute my kindness and devotion from the window. One of my silver serving spoons strikes a woman on the shoulder and she screams up at me, “You’re crazy!” Crazy, yes. Crazy in love. My love has worked the people into a frenzy; I can hardly differentiate one exuberant response from the next. Their love overwhelms me as I begin slinging spoonfuls of mashed potatoes down at them

I hurl the entire bowl out the window and someone’s windshield erupts into a cloud of sparkles and song. In a particularly inspired moment I scream, “James Taylor says hello!” to a man, before dousing him with a special kind of love: a raspberry jello mold infused with peeled grape halves and carrot shavings. So many shades of red, our love.

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7 Responses

  1. :)

  2. I love you. I really do.

  3. Oh my , Breen. I don’t know if it’s as funny as it hit me or if I’m overtired (it’s 11:25pm) but I laughed ’til I cried. It starts so tender and ends so …… twisted …… misguided??

  4. Hahha, super! Yeah, twisted would be a good word for it :)

  5. Dang. I’m glad I had other nearby furniture to lean on, or I would have fallen from my chair. Thanks.

  6. yes to this

  7. I love this one, and that of that worker that secretly loves the place he works at. Was it a factory?

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