The Lizard

This is one of my lost short pieces that I recently found tucked away in a notebook. I was reading too much Hemmingway at the time and so the story is only a story and there really is no point.

 

There's a gold lizard that sits on my desk and watches me work.  He’s not a real lizard but one of the stuffed sort.  He's not gold either but yellow; there are shiny yellow flecks on his back meant to be scales but really he's yellow and black.  When I can't work I look at this lizard but eventually, that leads to playing.  This lizard that isn't so little is the length of my arm from head to tail and stuffed with beans.  For a cloth and bean lizard he sure is empathetic, he traces my moods with careful grace.  When I'm stuck on something there's the thinking lizard.  One little hand tucked up under his chin while I rub the stubble on my face.  We looked at each other thinking, seemingly for a solution.  When I'm restless the little lizard crawls across my legs.  The movement of his appendages gives him the appearance of life; like a true lizard he hugs close to the bends his tail curling around my thigh support.  When I'm in a particularly sardonic mood there’s the dead lizard; lying on his back his little legs stuck up into the air.  Or the hopeless lizard who splays his arms out and throws his head back in desperation.  When I'm procrastinating work the lizard always makes a good sparring partner but sometimes I think he's obsessed with the jogging scene from Rocky.  No matter how our match goes the lizard always has me beat when he breaks out his kung fu.  I Sulk and fume back to my computer to ignore him while I work.  When I'm in a good mood the lizard can never stop goofing around he finds new hilarious positions to lie in or hides in the weirdest places.  He has a tendency to sneak up on people and climbs up on their shoulders.  I suppose no one can truly appreciate the humor of the lizard like I do.  Like me the lizard has trouble sleeping.  So we’ll sit up drinking coffee and watch each other having a silent conversation of thought.  I say how I envy him that he can lie around all day and do nothing.  He says the envies me because I am everything else, I suppose I'm writing this in order to further advance the lizard in obtaining certification as a psychologists.

 

 

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