vignette: the small death of rolando san miguel
Piera, the Vivaldi Rose, a Mother’s Day present from the man to the woman, claimed she saw how it all began. From her position on the shelf, her transient beauty all but exhausted by the unbearable heat - her stem leaning heavily against the lip of the glass vase filled with warm water - she maintained that the man took Rolando San Miguel out of the blessed climate of the refrigerator and set him on the kitchen counter.
“At that moment,” she asserted from beneath her drooping petals, “I knew he was going to die.” She proceeded to state that as one conditioned to the fleeting nature of existence, the death of Rolando San Miguel had little impact on her. “How can I be unduly affected,” she asked. “I know I’m next. I’ll dry up completely and be thrown away in three or four days. It happens, it happens.”
The narrative was taken up by the family of tableware ensconced in the dish rack. “The man left Rolando San Miguel where he placed him, which was at the edge of the counter,” they said in a cacophonic chorus, adding details that strongly suggested the precariousness of the bottle’s location.
“I’m not saying the man did in on purpose,” Pooh, the child’s Disney Teaspoon, suddenly exclaimed, breaking the harmony of the tableware’s voices. “But any false move from Rolando San Miguel would spell doom. I’d say it obviously did.”
“Untrue, you malicious thing” Elizabeth, the Salt Shaker imported from Canada interjected. “A biased extrapolation, nothing more. The man is always careful around us. I saw how it ended. When someone wants to jump, they’ll jump.”
Her assertion provoked immediate protests from the rest of the spice rack, the SM Bonus drinking glasses and Katkat, the Hello Kitty Kitchen Clip, while Asahi the Happy Japanese Clock reeled in shock.
“It’s true, it’s true,” Lily, the Peanut Butter Jar, shouted above the hubbub. “I hate to say it but it’s true. He jumped, he jumped, he jumped.”
“That’s just absurd,” Pooh, the child’s Disney Teaspoon, objected. “None of us want to die. None of us want that, I’d think, right? It was an accident. Rolando was left too close to the edge-”
“He jumped,” said Elizabeth.
“Why would he?” demanded Pooh.
“I don’t know,” confessed Elizabeth after a pause. “Maybe he just wanted to.”
“He would never waste himself,” Katkat, the Hello Kitty Kitchen Clip, said savagely, sliding down the refrigerator door, barely able to control her magnetic rage. “The man brought him here to stay with us until his time came. The man chose him out of all the other bottles of beer in the market. The man kept him chilled inside to retain his delicate bitterness. The man wanted to taste him. Rolando knew that. Rolando knew all that. He lived for the moment of truth.”
“Well,” grumbled Elizabeth. “He still jumped.”
“At that moment,” she asserted from beneath her drooping petals, “I knew he was going to die.” She proceeded to state that as one conditioned to the fleeting nature of existence, the death of Rolando San Miguel had little impact on her. “How can I be unduly affected,” she asked. “I know I’m next. I’ll dry up completely and be thrown away in three or four days. It happens, it happens.”
The narrative was taken up by the family of tableware ensconced in the dish rack. “The man left Rolando San Miguel where he placed him, which was at the edge of the counter,” they said in a cacophonic chorus, adding details that strongly suggested the precariousness of the bottle’s location.
“I’m not saying the man did in on purpose,” Pooh, the child’s Disney Teaspoon, suddenly exclaimed, breaking the harmony of the tableware’s voices. “But any false move from Rolando San Miguel would spell doom. I’d say it obviously did.”
“Untrue, you malicious thing” Elizabeth, the Salt Shaker imported from Canada interjected. “A biased extrapolation, nothing more. The man is always careful around us. I saw how it ended. When someone wants to jump, they’ll jump.”
Her assertion provoked immediate protests from the rest of the spice rack, the SM Bonus drinking glasses and Katkat, the Hello Kitty Kitchen Clip, while Asahi the Happy Japanese Clock reeled in shock.
“It’s true, it’s true,” Lily, the Peanut Butter Jar, shouted above the hubbub. “I hate to say it but it’s true. He jumped, he jumped, he jumped.”
“That’s just absurd,” Pooh, the child’s Disney Teaspoon, objected. “None of us want to die. None of us want that, I’d think, right? It was an accident. Rolando was left too close to the edge-”
“He jumped,” said Elizabeth.
“Why would he?” demanded Pooh.
“I don’t know,” confessed Elizabeth after a pause. “Maybe he just wanted to.”
“He would never waste himself,” Katkat, the Hello Kitty Kitchen Clip, said savagely, sliding down the refrigerator door, barely able to control her magnetic rage. “The man brought him here to stay with us until his time came. The man chose him out of all the other bottles of beer in the market. The man kept him chilled inside to retain his delicate bitterness. The man wanted to taste him. Rolando knew that. Rolando knew all that. He lived for the moment of truth.”
“Well,” grumbled Elizabeth. “He still jumped.”
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