The monkey and the note book ( A fictional Story )

                                                         The Monkey and the Notebook 
                                                               By;  Jessica Singleton


                                          (   A  fictional   story   that   will   never happen  )





   Mother, I found the monkey again...  He came with his jungle friends.  They were under my bed.  They were the ones who ate those cookies before dinner.  Then they crawled inside of my belly so that I couldn't finish my plate of food.  I am sorry mother.  They came back and now they are playing with my life.  And mommy, you are not here to make the shadows and voices go away.



The alarm went off like a woman who saw a spider in her purse.  Frank was not ready to wake up yet.  It was time but he had not slept four hours all night.  Nerves are a gift to teach us patients.  Well, as much as nerves shoved up these days, you'd think Frank would be a Senior partner in the firm of life sucks.

He had set his alarm for thirty minutes early.  He knew that he would need the extra time.  When he put his feet to the hardwood floor, the shock of ice cold floor to his bare feet, woke him up the rest of the way.

He walked over to his suit case, and he opened it to find every pair of socks that he ever owned.  Thank the illness for that.  It kept him on his feet.  The doctors told him, that it would effect his memory.  Frank knew that but it always shocked him, how pathetic it made him feel.  

Frank did not accept his condition.  He was always trying to control it.  That was not an option.  But it never stopped him from trying to beat his illness.

Today Frank had to catch a flight to Fellowsville MO to a business meeting.  Frank sold insurance.  

When Frank got to the airport, he stopped at a shop for some black strong coffee.  The woman at the register ask him if he wanted a muffin and Frank lost his train of thought for a few minutes.  He could not help it.  Then he ask the young girl what the day was?  She got irritated with him.  She thought that he was doing that on purpose.  Because Frank started to tell her about leap years.  He walked off with his coffee and he made his flight on time.

When the flight took off, the flight attendant offered Frank a sandwich to eat.  Frank got mad.  He did not know why he was mad but he was mad.  Frank yelled at the flight attendant.  

"  I am a grown man.  I will eat with a fork and knife like the other humans.  I am not a fucking monkey. "

Nothing that Frank said had anything to do with anything that was going on.  The attendant told Frank that he could not talk like that.

Frank then realized where he was and what had taken place.  He felt so bad and embarrassed that he broke down and cried.  He apologized to the attendant and he ate his sandwich.

After Frank's trip, when he came home, he insisted on reading every single newspaper that had piled up since he was gone.  He kept going off about not missing anything in world news.

No one understood.  This time it was Frank.  He was over compensating for the way his embarrassment made him feel.

He did not want to let a sickness take over his life.  It was not fair.  The way Frank came off to other people was rude and anal.

To Frank, he was lucky when he was there.

Five years later;

Frank sat at a table in a nursing home.  His little brother Mimi came to see him.  Mimi took Frank out of the home for a day.

Mimi took his big brother to a get a coffee and a newspaper.  On Wednesdays Mimi did this for Frank.  They would go to a park bench and Mimi would read the paper to his big brother as they watched the ducks in the pond.   Some times, it made him wonder how much of the time, Frank could understand....?  But the smile on his face, made all the difference.

One Sunday, Frank looked over at his brother and he spoke for the first time in two years.

"The republicans will win this year.  No doubt.  They always do.  I would bet on that Mi..."

The doctors had Frank on a new bottle of meds.  The chances of anything making a change at this point was just hope.  The new medication worked.  Frank was alive and well.  He could talk for himself and keep conversations.  Frank could even remember from one minute to the next.

Mimi cried and he put the paper down to hug his big brother.

The End