7 Minute Story for the Echos of Purposelessness

The first time it happened it was four in the morning and Liz was screaming. In the bathroom the light was on and Liz, fully naked, was scrambling around frantically tugging at her ear. "Tom," she screamed hopping on one leg. In a daze I asked her what she was doing. She didn't stop to explain continuing to bumble around the room like a dying fish. I turned on the bedside light. Liz had just showered. Her tiny white breasts were lightly misted. As she did this absurd dance in front of me, I couldn't help finding it somewhat erotic. "Tom, will you fucking help me," she screamed once again. I was tired and didn't feel much like getting up. After the initial shocks of rape and murder had passed, it seemed pointless for me to have to get up and deal with whatever woman problem she was going through. "Tom will you fucking help me," she cried this time falling on the floor, "there's a cockroach stuck in my ear!"