A Dizzy, Old, Pregnant Baby


I got dizzy last night. Felt as though I’d fall down, right to the floor then stay there spinning as someone threw knives just a little too close to my ears.

“What’s wrong?” Y asks.

I shake my head, the leaves painted along the wall behind her start crawling upwards, over themselves.

“Just a little dizzy,” I say, closing my eyes.

She comes and sits on the floor in front of me, holds my hand.

“It’s probably the weather,” she says. I nod, standing. I walk to the kitchen for some tea. N comes in.

“Do you want some tea?” I ask.

He frowns. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just feel dizzy.”

The worrying starts at the tip of his nose. It gets in his mouth and eyes. He walks off without saying a word. I go back into the bedroom. It is at a different angle than it had been a few minutes before. I try not to spill my tea, finding my way into the bed. I close my eyes. Y crawls in next to me.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

I nod. Something sits down on the end of the bed. I open my eyes. N is there with his computer.

“So, you’re dizzy? Like, how?”

“Dizzy. Like–I don’t know, dizzy. Like–like time has turned to mud and everything is sort of sloshing about.”

N nods, clicking away on his laptop. “They don’t have ‘time-turned-to-mud’ as a reason for dizziness.”

I feel a bit like vomiting. “Well, doctors should be more creative, then.”

He doesn’t respond. I sigh. “Fine, it feels like I am about to vomit without actually having to vomit, how is that?”

He asks Y something in Russian, too fast for me to catch. I glare at them.

“Speak in English dammit.”

They don’t.

“Is there anything else? Did you do anything or take anything?” N asks.

I shake my head.


He clicks away some more, talking to Y in Russian.

“Okay,” he says finally, “it seems like this is something that happens to old people.”

“I’m not old!” I snap.

He shrugs. “Or pregnant people.”

“Well, I must be pregnant, then.”

Y pats my arm.

“You’re not pregnant,” she says.

“Well I’m not damn old either!”

N reads some more. “It says it happens to old people a lot.”

“I’m just dizzy, it’s fine.”

“Or old,” N mutters.

Y moves closer, “or pregnant,” she says, comfortingly.

I close my eyes and turn my face into the pillow.

“Do you need an ambulance?” N asks.

“Hell no, I’ll be fine.”

Y says something in Russian. I can only catch a few words–I make a promise to myself that if I do not succumb to death-by-dizziness, I’ll learn Russian better.

They go back and forth. I can tell they are worried.

“Don’t you call an ambulance,” I warn.

I turn back. The worry has spread from N’s nose onto Y’s face. I roll my eyes–or maybe the room simply rolls, I can’t tell. “I’m just–” I grit my teeth, “old.”

N pats my foot, closing his laptop. “Or pregnant,” he consoles.


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      1. Haha okay. Well starting Sunday is going to be a series. I haven’t written a series in a long time so I think the doctor story won’t be until the week after but I promise it’s coming.

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  1. I’m getting a strong Strindberg/Gilman vibe from this short story. I’m really digging the sort of machine-like coldness that comes from naming characters after letters, and I feel as lost and dizzy as the narrator throughout. Good work. Really digging it.

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    1. Thank you. Yeah whenever I write using the characters in this universe (there are many) I almost never give them full names. I started doing this in a book I wrote years ago. I don’t know why but it feels right to me as I tell the story.

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  2. I like the story, although I do not see the ambiguity yet. Dizziness as symtoms. Worried friends. And the Internet, which interferes again … Internet search in case of feeling sick is always bad. He also seems to be somewhat irritated that the others worry? Or don´t they woory? Hard to get to your stories Flash!

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    1. haha it is mostly a comedic piece. It has a lot of different ideas going around. About searching for symptoms on the internet, over-worried friends, getting old, not worrying enough. It’s really about whichever of those you choose to focus on but primarily it’s about how people often find themselves in situations like this in this day and age, hunting through the internet and finding absurd reasons for mild ailments.

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  3. oh this focus is a good one. I think everybody looks on the internet, when he detect something strange with his health…I do also, but normally it´s just to know, some homespun remedies….because if you search further, it ends always in the worst irremediable illness!

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