This weeks words: Keepsake Hive Filth Seduce Zone Crayon Alexithymia (Noun. Difficulty in experiencing, expressing, and describing emotional responses.) Search Bedizen (Verb. To dress or adorn in a showy, gaudy, or tasteless manner.) Wraith (An apparition. A visible spirit.) Deconstruct Convex (Adjective. Having a surface that is curved or rounded outward.)
Once again Alice Hive attended the English literature course and was once again disgusted at the tone and jokes that circulated through the lecture. Every text was littered with sex and violence. Such filth she considered was unnecessary and not what she signed up for.
Every text was deconstructed and every time the element of sexuality contained within the covers of the novels, she considered sacrosanct, was made plain for all to see.
Alice knew she suffered from alexithymia a condition that meant she was unable to express or describe her emotions. Sexuality was foreign to her; the feelings she experienced when a man attempted any seductive move on her were confusing and uncomfortable. So she rarely went out.
Her comfort zone was very narrow, she preferred an afternoon with her crayons working on her last colouring book which her therapist had told her would do her the world of good and it did for she lost herself in the patterns and colours.
She did have one vice and that was her desire to bedizen her dress with gaudy colours and clashing patterns all to gain some attention it was felt. Being of a convex shape to bedizen or not to bedizen was always a dilemma for her for she loved to wrap herself in whatever material came her way.
So though she didn’t enjoy the literature she was asked to read she did enjoy bedizening herself up at attend each lecture making sure she saved at least one of the lecturer’s handouts as a keepsake.
She became this odd woman around the campus at times wraith like in her appearance as she searched to comprehend the texts she was asked to study.
Finally Alice Hive sat the end of year exam. Bedizened to the hilt, dazzling to say the least she sought out a corner desk for there her alexithymia would not be noticed, she would be invisible, so she thought, removed from the filthy minds of her fellow students whose seductive tones so often sailed above her head.