SPC: Juliia

Juliia's entry into the Summer Prose Competition 2010. Wish me luck!

Challenge I

The two sat in a sterile lab, staring, each other's eyes magnetically holding in place.. Each other's eyes were the only thing they could see; around them was a blur of glaring white and silver flashes. The white walls stood erect, trying not to lean, and the stainless steel trays, carts, and doors trembled with motionlessness. So it was just their intent staring at each other's eyes that blurred everything else surrounding them into an imperceptible gyration, their unmoving eyes more still than the turning of the earth itself. Maybe because the earth-turning motion is organic, natural. Their locked eyes certainly were not.

The first time they met was no different. The smell of diluted diesel fuel clogging the air, they stood across from one another at a gas station, the new york lawyer filling up his shiny white sedan, and the steel plant worker his red, rusted out pickup. The lawyer looked up suddenly, with no particular reason than a pang of a feeling, and saw two barren, brown eyes, with dark bushy eyebrows like fringe on the edge of a desert staring back a him. As the second chair's eyes widened, the machine operator's narrowed, both feeling the feeling of numbness wash over them. Clueless, unwarranted
numbness.

About ten seconds later, both were heaved from their trances by a car horn. Both looked over, the steel worker quicker than the lawyer, and then looked down, got into their cars, and drove away, each in opposite directions, the lawyer back to new york, and the steel worker towards pittsburgh. The lawyer drove fast and hard, thinking about the meaning of driving. Second chair no more, he thought. Not here, not now. And as he chased after the cars ahead, he drifted into a meditative concentration on the road.

 Three years, 4 months, 19 days, and 5 hours later, the two sat in metal chairs, arms strapped in, facing one another, heads shaved and opened, with hushed doctors at each end. But the men were oblivious to the doctors' silent shuffles, anestheticising each other, free from the pain. They merely stared emptily into each other's eyes, the first time in Three years, 4 months, 19 days, and 5 hours they had seen each other again had been 3 hours ago. As the doctors sifted through more slippery organ, the two sat oblivious, to everything. As the edged, slipping silver steel and white concrete block walls spun around them, the two doctors simultaneously removed two perfectly spherical metallic ball shaped objects from the men's heads and placed them on the metallic tray with the scalpels and scissors, and the room continued to spin.

But as the doctors finished closing the men's stitches carefully, a scream came from a nearby operating room, bouncing through the corridor. This time, the men looked towards the scream with fright, and then, looked back at one another, brotherhood burning among the already blazing fear in the mens' thawing eyes.

The End

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