Bonding – Kevin Tillotson

“All right man, here ya go, there ya go man. Got it right here, got it right here in this bag, got it right here, right here in this bag for ya. Pretty great stuff, man, pretty great stuff right here, right here for ya man, pretty great stuff in this bag right here for ya, man.”

“Yeah. Can I have it?”

“Sure, yeah, sure thing, no problem, no big deal, gotcha covered, comin’ right atcha, comin’ right atcha.”

“Thanks.”

“Now don’t put that in your cupholder or the garbage disposal or a church collection basket because those would be some pretty bad ideas.”

“Probably, yeah.”

“And inject it in your eyeballs either, because I know a guy who did that and he lost the ability to use an analog clock.”

“Sounds bad.”

“Had to go to a counselor and everything, wife and kids left him because he woke up screaming at night at the top of his lungs that the minute hand was gonna get him.”

“Wow.”

“Wow is right, wow is the correct response, wow is an understandable and cogent reaction to the circumstances that I have described. Got the whole thing on video, I put cameras in every room in his house, wanna watch?”

“No, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? Not to give anything away, but let’s just say he has an non-traditional toilet.”

“I’ll have to pass.”

“Oh, I see how it is.”

“See what?”

“You’re just gonna give me false signals? Just toy with my emotions like I’m some kind of emotion toy?”

“I-“

“Don’t interrupt me! I thought we had something special, but if you don’t wanna watch me watch a man with track marks on his corneas take a shit in a fish tank, then I just don’t think this crazy thing can work.”

“Wh- Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? Am I okay! No, as it turns out, as it just so happens to be, I’m not okay. You tore my heart to pieces, out of my chest and into pieces, so my heart! My love! They…..”

“All right, so I’m just gonna go.”

“No, please, for the sake of heaven, please, oh, for heaven’s good, no! Don’t go! Don’t! Don’t go away from me! You must stay with me, here, that I might see your face n the sun and hear your voice in the night! That I might taste your lips and feel the warmth of your skin! That I might know you, body and soul, that we might become One Flesh!”

“I don’t think I’m gonna do that.”

“Then, please… Please! By all the gods that have ever been and ever shall be, by the winds and rains of hurricanes, by the fires and smoke of volcanoes, by the everlasting will of Fate, return! Return, that once more mine eyes might have their sweetest ecstasy fulfilled by your visage!”

“Yeah, I’ll be back next week.”

“Cool. See ya then.”

“Yeah.”


Kevin Tillotson.pngKevin Tillotson is a senior at UT Dallas, and this story was written as part of a writing workshop class. He will graduate in the spring of 2016 with a major in molecular biology and a minor in creative writing. He hasn’t had his work in publication before, so he absolutely loves getting his foot in the door.