I thought I'd take a small break from photography to add a little bit of writing I had worked on a while ago. @ellowrites
“Hubby”. O, how I loathe the word, "hubby".
If I had the power, I would punish those who say, "hubby". At its every utterance I would remove a different, randomized word from the catalogue of the utterer. The wretch wouldn't even realize it, at first. "My hubby is picking up dinner" she might say. And I would remove the word "fragile" from her lexicon. And as her life carried on, more and more words would vanish from her grasp: water, equation, green, novel, blitz, shindig, gorgeous, catapult, the, consideration, and so on.
Confusion would colour each thought and sentence as the diminishing stock of words would leave "hubby" even more critical central. It's usage would necessarily accelerate until one day, the forlorn speaker would have exactly one word left that could be said, and she would say it.
As the last puff of breath passed over her lips she would be swarmed by every "hubby" she had ever screamed or whispered, buzzing at her, hissing, violently encircling her. And building, and growing larger, and thicker, and heavier, and darker until the very weight of it imploded like a dying star. The despair would become a black hole, pulling her ever nearer to the event horizon of inescapable, banal sub-existence.
When she slowly spilled across the lip of the thing, the onslaught would dissipate as suddenly as it had emerged. In its place would be a glimmering view of complete, ecstatic clarity. Every moment in her life where she had searched for the right word, the most perfect sentence, the truest conveyance of her meaning, would appear before her glistening like the sunlit dew on a field of wildflowers. She would know the exact, perfect syntax and grammar for every situation, the poetry and transcendence of all the world's literature would be at her effortless call.
And just when the transcendent bliss crested, filling her being with a previously unimaginable hope and calm, it would all be taken away. And she would remain mute, and illiterate for the rest of her vapid, trivial life.
Because, seriously, can we just say husband? Hubby sounds like babbling, and it's so, like, you know, really... oh man, what's the word? I think it starts with an "a"... Anointed? No, that's not it. Hold on, it'll come to me...