Strawberry Daiquiri
Written by: Alex Sandell

She drinks strawberry daiquiris until she's too trashed to remember the dreams that she had. She lets them erase her memories. She lets them erase who she was. It's only temporary. It all comes back in the morning, along with 4 aspirin and a bottle of Tums. She can't fight off the present. She can't bring back the past. It's too hard to hope when all hope is lost and the only thing you look forward to is a blender full of strawberries and booze, a remote control and color TV.

The liquor went to her ass nearly as fast as it moved through her head, and she hears people saying that she's "let herself go." But only she knows the truth, and how wrong they are - she hasn't gone anywhere, she's still sitting here.

Working 9 to 5 at a receptionist job where she tries to play happy, tries to make jokes. Sitting snug in her chair, she tries to fit in, smile contently and just get along. The job where she never lets the truth slip. Never tells people how much she needs someone. Needs something. God, is this what she was put on the Earth for? To answer the phone and kiss-up to her boss?

"How are you doing today?" everyone asks her with no sincerity. "Good!" she answers with no heart in the word. Everyone at the liquor store knows her by her first name, but at the 20-year reunion even a tag didn't help.

This is it. This is life. It's all 9 to 5. Her blender's waiting at home and soon she'll be hitting "stir".

ęcopyright 1998 Alex Sandell [All Rights Reserved]. If you copy this, I'll get you liquored up and convince you that you're a munchkin!

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