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Senseless Banter

Recently on TeeBeeDee (www.tbd.com), We had a writing assignment to use the “micro-fiction” style represented by the site,  sixsentences.blogspot.com, and compose stories about any topic but only comprising of six sentences.

Here is my offering.

Loving to banter about all manner of topics, I always looked forward to the times when my friends would gather together just to hang out, because “just hanging out,” would begin  innocently enough, but after a few drinks would always end up at the same destination, banter.

Tonight’s banter centered on which of their senses would be the most devastating to have to live without, as if one were just switched off without preamble, warning, or preparation and what  that would mean, having to make it through the rest of their days with only the other four.

His first thought, echoed by Katy and George, was that though strides have been made, that in this visual oriented society, their sight was the most precious of their senses and even the exercise of blindfolding someone demonstrated, immediately and unequivocally, how lost most of us would be without the use of our sight.

Sam and John made an excellent point that if the sense of touch were suddenly ripped away, even the most basic of feelings, such as the touch of a child’s hand or the hug during a time of sadness or even the gentle kiss of a lover would be forever lost, not to mention the ability to function with most devices in the modern world that require a modicum of fine motor control.

Janet, alone, proposed that we consider, though not customarily included in the five senses, the “sense of self” that, if removed, would render any of us naught more than an automaton or mindless drone without a will of our own, moral guidance, purpose, or perhaps even a soul.

With the sounds of the street, the invisible people engaged in their myriad of unknowable conversations, the traffic dancing along to its own beat and rhythm and the jazz rising from the bar below my loft apartment, I had to agree with Mary that, though a loss of sight would be crippling, it would be the loss of sound, conversation, poetry, stories and music that would not only quell the imagination but also the enjoyment of life, as well.

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