Symposium

It almost made me ill. I tried to fool myself into thinking I was jealous or something but really I was just pissed off at the whole situation.
“I love you.”
“I love you more.”
I gagged.
“What’s the matter with you?”
“Nothing” I said.
“No, no, no, you’re such a liar” the small one said.
“Yes. Tell us. What’s the matter?”
The larger one looked into the smaller ones eyes and smiled this hideous face that could’ve made milk curdle. I stared out the window that was behind them. The sun was setting and the neon glow of the city was slowly creeping into the room. Shadows were forming on the green floor and they were growing like giants. Soon the shadows would sallow it whole.
“Nothing” I said again. My voice was calm and relaxed, almost cold and uncaring.
“No reason to be a prude you know.”
“I’m not being a prude.”
“Yes you are” said the larger one.
Again the large ones eyes met with the smaller ones and they smiled at each other. They looked as if they were going to eat each other’s faces off. I figured the large one would chow down first while the smaller one would just get sloppy seconds. Who cared. I didn’t. I was ready to vomit as it was.
“You know, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“To hell it’s not!” I shouted.
“What’s so wrong with it?”
“Do I really need to answer that?”
The smaller one nodded at me and I drew a deep breath from my cigarette and put it out in the cold black ashtray which was now completely covered by my own shadow that the neon lights outside were creating.
“Uh-oh. Here we go” said the large one.
I casually gave him the nicest hand gesture I could think of and cracked my knuckles together. I wasn’t sure how I was going to lay into them.
“Well,” I said “For starters it’s vulgar, obscene, outlandish, perverted, and frankly weird.”
“Maybe to you.”
“No. To everyone in the world. Everyone that’s not of your…type.”
“Our type? You act like we have some disease!”
“Maybe you do. Maybe you don’t. It makes no difference to me. It just bothers me.”
“It’s not like it’s contagious.”
“I know that. But it still bothers me.”
“Why is that most of the world can accept this while you can’t?”
“Call me old fashion.”
“I call you an asshole” the smaller one said. “An asshole who doesn’t accept change.”
‘This isn’t change” I said “It’s heresy and immorality at it’s height.”
“Then send me to hell Father.”
Again, I gave the kindest finger gesture I could to the two of them entwined on the sofa. I got up and pushed the cold wooden chair in and made for the door.
“Where are you going?”
“Out.”
“When will you be back?”
“When the love fest is over.”
“Don’t forget to pick up some more ice while your out.”
I gave them both a sharp look and a long drawn out silence filled the room.
“Well if you’re going go” the large one said.
I opened the door and walked out into the dark hallway. I heard the lovers exchange their eternal vow again. I gagged and walked to the stairs.

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