A plan that really backfired...

Loss is something that is unavoidable in life. It can leave a lasting effect on individuals. Sometimes, however, the loss of something can be of great benefit. The Mind was in a state of dismay but the Brain seemed to be thriving. The Subconscious could only moan.



Part The Fourth: Revenge of the Duckling-Spotted Underwear

The loss of the duckling-spotted underwear affected the Mind deeply. This, in turn, affected the Brain. It was around this time that the Brain was having to truly harness it’s remaining power to contemplate life, to solve logical problems and to create in a way it never had before.

The Mind was in a small puddle. Every now and then, it would seep through the grates and ooze over the giant, rubbery Subconscious. The subconscious heaved and groaned, yet it continued to spew out all that was required of it; memories, dreams and vital, factual information. For several weeks, the Three lived in some variation on the concept of Harmony. All was still as the Mind grieved like a spoiled child without a toy.

The Brain began to send signals to it’s housing. The mushy mass of flesh that protected the shiny off-white teeth from the outside world was pulled back on a more regular basis. The Mind complained bitterly that it had nothing to smile about.

Without the underwear, the hideous nether regions that the ducklings had covered had disappeared. This pleased the Brain greatly. In the quiet hours of the night, the Mind would vent it’s frustrations to the giant subconscious. The subconscious would groan in hunger.

Angered by the triumph the Brain felt at the effect the loss of the underwear had had, the Mind was purposefully neglecting it’s duties. Instead of dutifully feeding the subconscious, the Mind fed the mass of porous rubber anything it could find lying around. Cables, pieces of rusted grate, an old shoe - anything that the subconscious opened it’s mouth for, the Mind fed to it. During the long slumber of the Brain, the Mind would avidly watch the images that played… images that were broken and twisted and looked very much like the contents of the average drunk after a night on the town.

Little did the Mind know… The Brain remembered none of these. And this was all thanks to the loss of the duckling-spotted underwear.


(Part The Fifth: The Darker Side Of Things — coming soon!)


(c) 2016 Alexandra Odendaal