Dog, A Metaphor

Thread 2, Part 2
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Dog, A Metaphor

(there) - hundreds of years ago

"We are not but bushes in a garden and Love is a dog choosing on which of us to pee," Valet said as she held a mostly empty glass of wine out.



"Well, that's a pleasant image," Sari replied.

"It's not whether you are peed on. It's when," she continued as Sari tipped the bottle until the red liquid splashed into the glass. "It's best just to walk out of the gate. Stay away from that dog."

"Bushes don't have legs," Felicia pointed out. "They can't walk."

"All right… The metaphor needs a bit of work." Valet pulled another long sip from her glass.

"So," Sari asked, "you don't believe in love."

"Oh, yeah! I believe in love, but it stinks. It's fleeting. You should wear protective clothing. See, that sort of fits in with the dog pee thing."

"You're brilliant," Sari said as she held the bottle up to Felicia who quietly declined.

"I believe in affinity," Valet continued. "I believe in confluence. Here, pour yourself some more of that."

"You believe in fucking," Sari said as she palmed the lid of her glass. "No more for me, I need blood to flow from these veins tonight."

"Yes! Fucking! That, I do," Valet exclaimed. "Now, Felicia… she's a thirsty bush. She's so hot for dog, she'd slather herself in grease if she lived in this sad metaphor."

"Ha ha!" Felicia quipped sarcastically. "Are you so jaded that you don't believe in true love? Eternal love?"

"Bullshit! Nothing lasts forever. Particularly love. It's crap!"

"You're shifting forms of excrement in your Love metaphor," Sari pointed out.

"Don't worry, Sari, I'll work vomit into the fray in a moment.” Valet raised her glass a bit too enthusiastically and wine splattered across the table.

"Lena tattooed her lover's name on her back," Felicia posited. "Now, that's true love."

"Speaking of vomit… Lena… She's a fucking fool," Valet said. "And she should have used smaller letters. If this tattoo thing becomes a habit for her, in a couple hundred years from now, she won't have any room left for all the names. She's as fickle," Valet paused for a moment, "as fickle as a dog with a full bladder in a garden."

"Ah! So, if I follow the metaphor chain, Lena is Love!" Sari exclaimed. All three laughed for a moment, then stared at one another or into their glasses.

Finally, Sari said, "Sun's about to set, we should get going on this thing."

"Yeah," Valet agreed emptying her glass in a single gulp. "Speaking of fools… Where is our girl?"

"Tied to the table upstairs," Sari said as she collected the wine glasses and carried them to the sink.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Sari?" Valet asked.

"Positive."

"I mean, she's your friend. She's our friend. And, though I have complete faith in your disposition, you are completely untrained. Fucked up things could happen. Besides… you know… Love."

"Don't worry! Miko and I have talked about this for a long time. She's cool with it. Besides this is a simple technology. Nothing could really go wrong."

"What's the technology called again?" Felicia asked, her face suddenly pensive.

"Economy of Attention," Sari explained. "It's not really a technology of Love, either. It's about getting someone to notice her. It's about creating a space wear Love could grow."

Valet shoved her elbow into Felicia's ribs and whispered, "It's about providing an attractive place for a dog to pee."

"Right!" Sari said. "I would get more training but, things are tight with the Struggles and everything. I've read all about it. My sister did one once. Miko and I decided to just do it. It'll only take a moon. Miko wants this."

"Who is the mysterious love interest of Miko's anyway?" Felicia asked smiling.

"You,” Valet said looking Felicia squarely in the eyes.

Felicia turned to Valet and frowned. "Don't be like that."

“Shhh! I’ll never tell,” Sari whispered dramatically. "The entire technology will fall apart before it is even started if the name is revealed."

"But, you know who it is?" Valet asked.

"Of course. Miko wrote the name on a bit of parchment which is locked in this jewel." Sari reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled a circular steel band from which a large glistening red stone hung.

"Come on, Sari. Tell us who it is," Valet pleaded.

"No! Don't!" Felicia screamed.

"Don't worry, yourself, sweet Felicia," Sari said. She began undoing fasteners down the length of her robe which slithered off her shoulders and fell to the floor. She grabbed the steel band with the jewel and picked out a large, sharp knife. Naked, she walked towards the stairs. "Moon's almost up. Our girl is waiting! Let's go!"