shiver...

"Word of the day is shiver ladies and gentleman. Let us all participate in a 30 second speech about anything and you must I stress you must use the word of the day... Let us all welcome our first speaker Hanna." "It is cold" Hanna said in a semi annoyed voice of a former Nazi librarian. You will not find a plumpier woman with sharper face features. A retired Eva Braun look-a-like. "And I shiver", in a strong what could be German or Eastern European accent. We applauded. I tried to participate in this clapping activity without omitting a sound, but still connecting the palms of my hands. Instantly I have found an imaginary point on the floor and I glared with a grin on my face surprised by my own creativity in what's technically cynical cheating. The next person also mentioned cold use of the word, and I also repeated my ritual soon after their turn was over, mildly behind other people, but still there with my palms touching each other. A bitter man of Georgian decent with the body odor of a vintage closet with many secrets said speaking in public made him shiver. A mild lackluster in the groups overall lack of honesty and creativity. My palms also touched for him. Hope that made him feel special... I was next. I got up, my glare still tied to the imaginary anchor, and I remembered. Then I said "Once upon a time when I was young and evil I found a strayed kitty cat on the side of the road. The road was by the river. I picked the little gray fur and this surprisingly soft creature and I threw it in the river. Well more of a creek maybe. I don't know why I did that. Young boys sometimes do evil little things, and when they become men they can do evil great things. I stood by the road thinking. After some time my stillness was interrupted by a much skinner version of the kitty cat. It was slowly crawling out of the bushes and it stopped when It saw me. Our eyes met and we shared a moment, both wondering why... it was only seconds later I noticed we were both shivering...Many years ago by the river road on that brisk fall afternoon." It was only after I sat down I noticed very few palms touched for me while I still reminisced about past times. To this day I can not trace my thoughts right before I decided to make that animal shiver... And there were different things I could have been thinking about in my first toastmaster class on a cold Wednesday evening... Oh well, its not my fault I can't be present in the present because presently it's all just temporary...