the efficiency monologues – Ron
Alex was an Efficiency Expert.
Not a sterling first line but it’s short, concise and gives you the information you need to move forward.
I was going to start with “Alex designed, developed and evaluated integrated systems for production processes to increase efficiencies across an organization” but then I thought “How would Alex say that?” Alex was an Efficiency Expert.
For the purposes of this story it doesn’t really matter what he does for a living.
Or does it?
You be the judge (without being judgmental, if that’s possible).
That night he had three dreams scheduled;
The one where he has sex with the neighbor (the wife… for a change).
The one where he wins the lottery.
The one where he designs a better integrated system for a production process and increases efficiency across his organization.
The first two dreams go off without a hitch.
The third however…
began with him rising from his bed and sleepwalking to his own front door. He took a few steps back from his front step and began a monologue;
“I don’t believe in God, per se… but prayer is still kinda cool, as a way to move energy around, you know what I’m saying?
This psychic I went to in New Orleans last time I was there – I go down there every year with my friends with the Cajun catfish stand, he sets up deals with the whole gumbo thing – and this psychic told me I’m sensitive to how energy moves and that’s why I’m a musician … but she said it also makes me very sensitive to the tunes of life, which is all prayer really is, it’s got nothing to do with God or there being a God or anything, that’s what she said, prayer is not begging God for something, it’s just listening to the secret unfolding music of life and then playing your part. And because I’m a musician, I can do that. She said. Like, I can hear things other people can’t, like right now. I can hear something coming.
There. Do you hear that? That little “doot”? See, I do. There it is again. You don’t hear that, do you? See, that’s what she meant.”
He then went back inside, climbed the stairs to his bedroom and went back to sleep. He only knew about what he’d done that night because he’d recently installed a new doorbell that records everyone and everything that happens in front of it. He watched himself the next morning.
He’d never seen Craig Wright’s play Recent Tragic Events so he had no idea how he could recite something from it word for word.
He had no idea what it could possibly mean.
That’s where you come in.
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