Angel Baeza has transferred schools too many times to be good. Currently, he’s at University of Texas of San Antonio. He works as a waiter at a theme restaurant dressed in a Star-Trek costume. Fans frequently correct its inaccuracies. He is also a member of the Blind Tiger Comedy Club.
The Thing
The thing in the corner of the couple’s bedroom was dead. If ever alive. Gray fur grew into a shape as if a cloud of smoke covered their wall. Also, it had several horns and the man thought it smelled. The doctor person assured the couple the shape should have never been born, but after a frantic discussion, he admitted it could be brought back. “Genuine tears,” the doctor person prescribed. “Although, the tears will need to come from both of you.” The couple agreed, and set about next week making a schedule for who would cry when.
The first day was productive, as there were many reasons to cry. The woman would cry in the corner about the man, and the man would cry in the corner about the woman. The next day was more difficult, but the woman managed to find something sad in the weather. The man had it easier since he was berated that day at work. For the days that followed, both needed help since they could not cry alone. The woman would tear up about subjects such as the childhood dog, which the man knew she never cared for but would not interrupt since his turn was next. The couple would spend their nights wondering which subjects were most suitable for care, which would leave a better impression while also not reveal too much. Parents was a favorite, since a sour childhood made their lives look better by comparison. This continued, until finally, on a particularly good day of acting, the thing in the corner spoke up.
“Stop! Do you two have anything in common other than a love for fiction?” After which, the thing jumps out the bedroom window and landed several stories below. The couple, after many weeks of tears, found themselves quite relieved to be rid of it. Not that they let the other know.