Giddy Giraffee #5
Her eyes were swollen and his knees were starting to shake struggling to hold his weight. The water they had been forced to drink all day was retained in the body, giving both contestants a puffy slightly marshmallow look. It was obvious that fatigue was finally setting in. It would only be a short matter of time, before one of them cracked. The only question was who would go down first.
The rules of the game had been simple. The last contestant to let go of the car, got to drive it home. The game had started early that morning with 25 contestants. Throughout the day they had been submitted to the torture of cups of water, no bathroom breaks and polka music. Gradually people started to let go. Some from boredom, some from hunger and as the hours passed, some from no longer having the physical strength to stay standing.
After nine long hours the game had finally been narrowed down to the final two. The torture techniques had been halted, nature was taking it course. Eventually one of them would cave to the pressure of the bladder, or the ache of the stomach or the burn of the muscles. It had become a battle of the sexes, male against female, who could handle the pain.
The last two hours had been marked with a resolved silence. The loud tick of the moderator’s clock, counting the minutes by echoed in the air. The pair had just stared at each other, she would give him the evil eye and he would reply with a cocky little wink. When the silence was finally broken it was done in a sing song, childish fighting kind of tone.
“You should just give up, ya know. I could go on like this forever.” He gave her another stare down and continued, “No point in sticking around if your just going to loose.”
She just shook her head and sweetly smiled at her reflection in the passenger mirror.
Another hour passed by.
“Ah ha” he shouted. “I can see it in your face, your about it give up. Might as well no way your going to win.”
Again no reply from the lady, only a smirk that would put Mona Lisa to shame.
Another hour slowly dragged by.
And then another.
Both contestants could no longer keep their eyes open. Their legs were screaming to sit down. He was determined to out last a female and she was determined to win. When the moderator announced they had just passed the 13th hour mark, He broke down.
“Fine” he huffed, his voice laced with exhaustion. “You win. I can’t take it anymore. Let’s just go home.” His hand dropped from the hood of the car and he took a step back.
With her remaining strength she raised her arms into a victory pose. She proudly strutted to the other side of the car and wrapped her arms around her defeated husband. “Oh sweetie,” she cooed, “look at the beautiful car I just won.”
He just looked at her, too tired to talk back. Too tired to care and almost too tired to ask, “Darling, I don’t understand it, how can you possibly have the strength to survive this?” Rolling her eyes she gently kissed her competitor on the cheek.
“Honey you forget, I’ve given birth to three children. I can do anything.”
The rules of the game had been simple. The last contestant to let go of the car, got to drive it home. The game had started early that morning with 25 contestants. Throughout the day they had been submitted to the torture of cups of water, no bathroom breaks and polka music. Gradually people started to let go. Some from boredom, some from hunger and as the hours passed, some from no longer having the physical strength to stay standing.
After nine long hours the game had finally been narrowed down to the final two. The torture techniques had been halted, nature was taking it course. Eventually one of them would cave to the pressure of the bladder, or the ache of the stomach or the burn of the muscles. It had become a battle of the sexes, male against female, who could handle the pain.
The last two hours had been marked with a resolved silence. The loud tick of the moderator’s clock, counting the minutes by echoed in the air. The pair had just stared at each other, she would give him the evil eye and he would reply with a cocky little wink. When the silence was finally broken it was done in a sing song, childish fighting kind of tone.
“You should just give up, ya know. I could go on like this forever.” He gave her another stare down and continued, “No point in sticking around if your just going to loose.”
She just shook her head and sweetly smiled at her reflection in the passenger mirror.
Another hour passed by.
“Ah ha” he shouted. “I can see it in your face, your about it give up. Might as well no way your going to win.”
Again no reply from the lady, only a smirk that would put Mona Lisa to shame.
Another hour slowly dragged by.
And then another.
Both contestants could no longer keep their eyes open. Their legs were screaming to sit down. He was determined to out last a female and she was determined to win. When the moderator announced they had just passed the 13th hour mark, He broke down.
“Fine” he huffed, his voice laced with exhaustion. “You win. I can’t take it anymore. Let’s just go home.” His hand dropped from the hood of the car and he took a step back.
With her remaining strength she raised her arms into a victory pose. She proudly strutted to the other side of the car and wrapped her arms around her defeated husband. “Oh sweetie,” she cooed, “look at the beautiful car I just won.”
He just looked at her, too tired to talk back. Too tired to care and almost too tired to ask, “Darling, I don’t understand it, how can you possibly have the strength to survive this?” Rolling her eyes she gently kissed her competitor on the cheek.
“Honey you forget, I’ve given birth to three children. I can do anything.”
posted by Anonymous at 9:54 AM
1 Comments:
Cute twist at the end making them a couple. :)
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