Thursday

This is another post I ripped off an old blog of mine.  I don't know why I wrote it.  I can't remember if I'm suppose to be Ed or Thursday.  


Thursdays. For being the sort of day that bore a facade of subtlety, it masqueraded about in such flamboyant apparel to Edward, so as to suggest that is was rather quite the Friday-like character. This was no surprise to him. For years now, Thursday had been stopping by every week, like a bad friend who only remembers you at the most inopportune occasions. Looking to curb its most desirous appetite for evil, Thursday tried sneaking up on Edward as he was waking up during his ritualistic morning cup of tea. Edward knew he was there, though, he knew it from the very moment his alarm bells chimed "Oh, For the Last Time," yet another time. Sitting there, he did not even fancy the thought of turning around and facing the beast, instead, he stared into the clouds of his earl gray, feeling the deep breath of Thursday raising the hairs on his neck.

Feeling the rich warm steam from the mug, Ed forced his mind to relax. Knowing the attack from behind would come soon, he took advantage of the short blissful contents of the moment -- and then it came. It was in the form of a phone call, and it nearly made Ed spew the sip he had just taken. Regretting the decision to free his mind for a moment, he stood and turned to the phone on the wall. At times he had wondered why exactly he bothered speaking to the man on the other side, it was no longer an emergency that he come in early, it had now become the schedule of events, and in the background it was Thursday who stood laughing. 

"Yes... Yes... Uh-huh, yes, quite alright. Yes, okay, cheerio." With a wry smile, Edward turned toward Thursday who was bent over his chair, drunk with laughter. After a moments hesitation, Ed decided not to say anything at all. Thursday, feeling the time was right, looked back at Ed ready to add salt to his recurring weekday wound. 


"Ah, my good friend, it is merely an eclipse of the real world I give you. You should not blame me, I am only doing my job, besides, I just make up for all the bloody charity that Friday feeds you. Ha ha ha, quite the pity it must come again, eh old chap?" 


Something was dreadfully wrong this day, however, and Thursday saw it coming his way. Ed, without a word, stepped back toward his chair and pushed in faulty friend aside. "I must get back to my tea," he thought, "why spoil the day with cold leaves?" Thursday, knowing all too well the lump of happiness before him, suddenly back off to the other side of the table.


 "Work was canceled today, wasn't it?" he said sadly, "Well? speak up!" But Edward just leaned back and let the warm sensual liquid pour down his throat, trying not to let his smile show through. 


"You know, Thursday..."


"Please, call me Thur."


"You know, Thursday," he repeated, "it's about time that you be on your way, I have quite a bit of absolutely nothing to do, and I would appreciate it if you would just go take a leap day! Friday will be coming around soon, and she never likes to have the other days of the week around. So, good day."

Thursday knew his place now and slumped over as he walked for the door. Today would just be one of those days. It was always people like Edward that seemed to come around every week spoiling his fun, like a bad friend..."