Pain's Vacation
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Taking his yellow, seven-foot long body, Happiness looped himself around the lovers and planted his bald, football-shaped head on Pain's generous breasts. "This is da life, man. This is da life." "Aren't you ever serious?" Pain asked, laughing. "Never, man, never. What's da point?" "I am in the air, whenever I come around," Love sang in his lingering baritone, as François pulled Louise onto the couch. The emotion’s pink light turned a deep salmon color. "In the middle of the day," groaned Pain. "I thought François said they were going shopping? Today is Saturday, isn't it? I wish I could tell him that passion sometimes kicks me out." "I shall return in a moment, ma chérie," said François. He got up and limped over to the bathroom. Pain immediately followed, laughing to herself at how short and squat his shadow looked. She sighed, wishing that emotions had shadows. What fun she could have with one of her own. Taking advantage of François’ absence, Happiness flung himself down on the couch and placed his head on Louise's lap, while Love nestled in contentment on top of her small, pert breasts. Darts of yellow, pink and salmon followed François to the bathroom. "Isn't François handsome," Pain shouted from the bathroom. "Have either of you ever noticed how elegant his face is? And his hair! It's so wavy. I wish mine could be auburn like his instead of this boring black. And just look at that aristocratic nose." "Are you sure you don't like him because you both have noses birds can perch on?" Happiness called out. "What do you mean?" "Girl, do you have any idea how long that nose of yours is? Remember those witches of centuries back?" "Football head," Pain screamed. A deep rumble caught in Love's throat and he beat his hands on his paunch as laughter burst from his mouth. The rush of water as the toilet flushed, the drip drip in the sink as François washed his hands and hurried back to Louise. "Here I go yet again," Pain said as François unbuttoned Louise's blouse. The last thing she saw was the salmon of Love's passion, the yellow of Happiness, smothering two naked bodies.
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Imagine one of your most cherished dreams come true: Pain has vanished from the world! Pain’s Vacation tells such a tale: Pain’s feelings are hurt by the incessant teasing of some of the negative emotions (Fear, Envy, Anger and Hatred), who insist that she is a control freak and that all she does is interfere with their job performance. She decides to teach them a lesson and show them how essential she is to their effectiveness in their jobs. Her plan is to take a vacation (though she tells them that she quit) until they realize how much they need her. When they beg her to return, she will have had her revenge. However, her departure has paved the way for a diabolic entity, which calls itself, Vacuity, to emerge. Vacuity is the antithesis of all emotion, and its goal is to rid the world of the remaining emotions, one by one by one. How? By severing the lights linking the emotions to their clients. And why does God allow such awful things to happen to the emotions? Pain tries to figure this out as she attempts to get rid of Vacuity, save her friends and regain her rightful place as an emotion, a task made none too easy by Vacuity's uncanny ability of preventing her from doing this.
About the Author
Ann Marie Thérèse Meyers was born and raised in Trinidad, West Indies. Over the years she has nurtured a wild and inventive imagination and many of her story ideas come from dreams, or a gesture, or a sound. She writes poetry and short stories. One of her stories, entitled Just a Trunk, won first prize in the Betty Simmons Annual Short Story Contest. In 2000 this story was subsequently published in the short story collection, The Manuscripter. She is currently working on the second book of The Landless Lands fantasy trilogy. Ann Marie got the idea for Pain’s Vacation when she met her husband in 1990. At the time he was suffering from chronic pain due to an accident he was in involved in when he was 16. She wrote a 1300 word short story, which she later turned into a book in 1997. She has a degree in languages, is fluent in French and Spanish and is a freelance translator. She lives in San Francisco with her husband and daughter.