Ernestina
1 min readAug 13, 2021

ERNIE AND ERNESTINA: The Writer, His Wife, and their Afterlife

Book One, Part Two, Chapter 136: Penis Dream

Ernie lies on the daybed with his penis exposed. It’s so long and enlarged it’s doubled over. He’s thrilled with it, enjoys it. Out comes the juice, in a spray that spurts high into the air. Then the spray separates into motes of dust that drift slowly downward. Joshua comes into the room. He’s a child. He looks at the descending motes. He doesn’t say anything. His face is blank. I stand at the foot of the daybed, watching and also saying nothing. None of us says anything to the other.

What is the meaning of this strange dream I’ve dreamed? That Joshua and I were lookers-on? That he and I kept everything inside while Ernie exploded? That Ernie’s explosions led to nothing?

Maybe so.

And if so, what a waste of all three of us.

Ernestina
Ernestina

Written by Ernestina

My writer husband’s favorite nickname for me was Ernestina, so in this 2-book memoir, he is Ernie. This is his story, our story, and my story. I invite you in.

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