Janet Fisher, janetfi@hotmail.com

Bending Rules

   

Kat went down the stairs to the basement, shivering slightly at the temperature difference.  Ryan was sitting at the opposite end with his back to her, wearing only shorts, with a tiny space heater humming on the carpet at his feet. 

Looking at him now, she had to smile.  He was in front of four computer monitors, each displaying the view of four characters that he was playing in an online role-playing game called Everquest.  He was the guild leader, and had headphones on to communicate with his other guild members.  Kat knew the guild members alternated calling each other by their real names and their character’s names, even in person, like at the subdued parties that everyone though were raucus. 

Ryan’s attention was consumed, tapping away on four keyboards, each propped up on stands made by LEGOs.  She had heard that Everquest has been the cause of several divorces in the US, earning the nickname Ever-crack.  However, Ryan had two nights a week devoted to the game, and she made a point of supporting him in it.  She liked doing her own thing in his house when he was occupied.  He wanted her to join his guild, but really, she never would.  It seemed so boring and repetitive.  Once, she had written a haiku about it.

EQ Haiku

Can an online game

Be as momentous as time?

I’d rather play life

She had read it out loud to him, once.  He loved being teased, and he loved to take the micky out of her too.  How different sarcasm was, when delivered with a good nature.  Even honest criticisms became funny.  Such a change from what she was used to.

Ryan Haiku

My new loving man

Making me resent my old

Conceded friendships

“I know you’re there,” he said, not even having looked behind him. He didn't need to. She was ghostly reflected in all of the monitors.

Kat snickered and ran up behind him, slipping her hands around his middle and kissing his neck.  “Did you build those Lego stands?”

“Yup,” he said, loosening her grip so that he could turn around.

“You’re such a geek!” she said, her voice muffled now that he was pressing her face into his chest.  Kat clung to him on her knees while he swiveled slightly in his chair, rocking the both of them.  Kat looked at the Lego stands.  “You never do anything by the book, do you?” she said. 

“God hates functional fixedness.”  He smiled.