This week’s words: Enact Parapraxis (a slip of the tongue or pen, forgetfulness, misplacement of objects, or other error thought to reveal unconscious wishes or attitudes.) Scapegrace (a complete rogue or rascal; a habitually unscrupulous person; scamp.) Meager Spark Day Mealy Quarter Gelatinous Queasy Nicotine Fusion
Greg was feeling particularly queasy. This was a most unusual occurrence because being an angel such physical symptoms were foreign to him. That was the thing about eternity, it went on and on and so did you there was no room for illness so his current situation had him worried. His good friend and colleague, Wayne, Hell’s advocate on earth was looking particularly concerned. He was thinking it may have been the gelatinous fusion he had convinced Greg to drink the other day and now it was reacting as he feared, badly.
It was such an unusual thing to have happen as deities never fell ill so in the back stalls of Hell’s kitchen the other deities, all of the hellish variety, watched to see a human condition enacted before them. It caused a lot of mirth as everyone suspected the mealy mouthed Mickey, the Hell’s Kitchen head chef, had slipped some nicotine into Greg’s drink and it was commonly known that angels and nicotine didn’t mix. Hence the saying arose, he’d been slipped a Mickey.
It could have been and was most likely a parapraxis that unearthed Mickey as the culprit. Wayne wasn’t pleased at all. Not because an angel had been got at but because Greg was his friend and he didn’t like seeing his friend in any pain, after all angels and pain were an eternity apart.
But Mickey, apart from his amazing culinary skills, made the best sushi in all of eternity, it was held up as good enough to die for. He was nothing more than a scapegrace who gave no quarter when it came to being the most unscrupulous devil you could think of and slipping a mickey into Greg was a life-long ambition after all in Hell’s Kitchen everyone expected the worse, what more fun it was when you didn’t.
Right now Greg was not feeling well. The spark had gone out of him and Wayne feared he might have to call for help which he vowed never to do never really thinking a day might arrive where he’d have to.
But now his angelic friend was a meagre representation of his angelic self and that didn’t bode well for anyone. Wayne decided to enact emergency code two. He grabbed Greg and placing him over his knee gave him a jolly good spanking.
To those looking on it was a sure sign of Wayne’s parapraxis feelings towards Greg which didn’t surprise anyone though they all turned away knowing what they were seeing were Wayne’s subconscious parapraxiatious desires spewing forth in front of the patrons of the Kitchen. Some regurgitated their gelatinous concoctions, others felt an uncomfortable queasiness whilst others marked the day as one to remember.
Whatever their reactions Greg suddenly sat up, slapped Wayne across the face, called him a scamp and a scapegrace then hugged him in gratitude for bringing him back from the abyss of mortality.
After that it was business as usual with Mickey scowling in the kitchen his mind already in scapegrace mode awaiting his next opportunity.