Unfortunately, S+he's Lost

A strange tale on love and hate.

"It's too hot! Oh my god, i-it's way too hot in here! I-I mean, I seriously can't breathe, Robert, because the heat is getting to much!" Tears sprang to Catherine's eyes as he began to knock on the door, waiting for an answer,      "Dahling, you must relax, my love. The heat will warm you to the core, and keep you alive." Robert said, raising one of her thin eyebrows, "Please take time to consider where we are, and forget the heat."      Catherine stopped knocking, and slowly turned, staring out at the deep, sandy, red-skied desert that surrounded them. He knew that, if somebody answered that door next to them, they might gain freedom from this warmth, though he knew it was nigh impossible, for if he were to step around the door, and open it, he would merely find himself back where he started,      "Robert, please understand, I'm way too hot."      Robert chuckled, "Why, yes you are. Take off your shirt."      There was a momentary pause, before Catherine scowled at his wife, and murmured, "I don't want to lose it. If I take it off, it will be buried in the wind."      As he said that, the wind picked up, blowing sand all around them. Tears sprang to Robert's eyes, as she shut them and covered her face, "I can't seeee!" She wailed, feeling Catherine grip her tightly to prevent her from blowing away. When the winds stopped, the door was gone, replaced by a sundial. There was no shadow, however, for there was no sun in the red sky.       "Oh, look, it's happened again. Why do we need the sundial? Th-There's no sun!" Catherine exclaimed, raising his hands in frustration.      Robert had stopped crying by then, and was casually, yet dully staring at it, "I don't mind it." She said, shiftng her weight and narrowing her eyes, "I mean, sure, this is greedy, leaving us to a sundial and not giving us a reason to use it. I mean, there must be some use for it, it can't be a simple sundial in the middle of the Red Sea, for that's ridicules..." She paused, "Maybe it's edible."      The sand was floating by then, waves lapping at their feet. In a few moments, they were each waist high in water. The sundial was floating by then, beginning to drift away from the two.      "A raft!" Catherine exclaimed, "Come, Robert, or we'll drown!" He began to swim toward the dial, though as he got closer, it floated further.      "Honey, I don't think that's a good idea!" She called after him, though he couldn't hear it. He was beginning to slow, beginning to drown. Robert slowly, casually, and effortlessly stepped back onto dry land, away from the lapping, vicious waves. When she turned back, Catherine was completely enveloped in water, floating in an endless space of nothing-ness, until, finally, the bubble popped, and the water disappeared, leaving him drenched,      "You did well." Robert murmured, "But not well enough. I need a new suitor. I'm sorry, dearest Catherine, but you need to go, now."      Catherine was obviously discouraged, but, deciding to obey, he glumly stepped through the door that was never there.      "Next!" Robert shouted.

Author's Note

This is me in a silly mood, mind you.

Reviews

[Eli_blu]

wow... that's really strange and super cool. =)

[A.J.]

LOL is this an example of nonsense writing? I like it. Wouldn't change a thing. I'd like to read more of course.