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Panos' Untitled
By Panos
A couple of days before Christmas, my mother came stumbling in. The snow had covered her winter jacket and was now finding its way on the living room floor, along with her wet footprints. I dropped my SNES controller--leaving Mario defenseless against the wizard in Castle 3--and ran over to take a peek inside one of her shopping bags. They were filled with fruit cakes, wrapping paper, and some gifts for my relatives. But as I searched more I stumbled upon some store ready ice-coffee. I’ve never tasted ice-coffee before. I’ve never tasted coffee period.
My mouth demanded it. I must have it. It was my Christmas gift.
Than...before I could take my first precious taste...before I could take away the innocence of my virgin lips...I was knocked off my feet.
At first I was convinced that it was an earthquake. But than the answer appeared right in front of my eyes. As if a tyrannosaurus was approaching from afar, the ground would shake violently for every step he took. My father had arrived to spoil the moment.
He snatched the drink and took a quick glance at it, and asked, “I wonder how this would taste like.” And all I remembered from than on was how much I hated my life...
Ten years later I heard the door bell ring as I was playing with my Ps2. I paused Solid Snake in the middle of a gruesome battle with Revolver Ocelot, and hurried to the door to find my mother already inside.
“Mom!” I yelled. “You did it again!”
“What you mean, Bob?” she asked. “And help me put away these groceries. There is still one more bag outside.”
“You keep ringing the door bell even though you have the key. Its pointless. There is no reason why you have to keep ringing the door bell if you are going to open the door with your key!”
“You wouldn’t have heard it if you went outside for once, and had fun with your friends for a change. Besides its just a bad habit, I don’t even notice ringing the bell anymore. Now put away these groceries and get the one that’s outside. Quick before something
happens to it.”
I placed the two bags on the floor and went outside to get the last bag of groceries. As usual I dropped my head inside to take a look, and to my surprise, the smell from within
hypnotized me. As if it was a picture of my old neighborhood, old memories rushed in and reminded me of life back in the day. It was a medium ice-coffee, French vanilla. I had never had one of these since Christmas of ten years ago. In fact, I didn’t have it back than either. It was stolen from me. Finally, after all these years of waiting, I once again had the chance to experience this marvel called “ice-coffee” and before any more earthquakes could start up, I drank it all. And it tasted good. I sat down on my steps and admired my neighbors’ holiday lights and all the snow that had settled down on my block, and told myself: “I just drank ice-coffee for the first time. Now I know my life is just starting, and its going to be a good life.”
12/24/2004 2:26:21 AM
(Updated: 12/24/2004 2:42:09 AM)
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