Don't they look ridiculous? All dressed up like a dog's dinner. The language is terrible, you should hear the words that they come out with. All because they want something and they don't want anybody else to have it. I'm sick of the drama and the tantrums. The snot rolling down from their upturned noses. I'm happy when I can put them back where they belong.
Back into the cellar. Out of sight and out of mind. They've had their daily exercise and so have I. Nothing else to argue about except who will be the next to stop breathing. (C) Ally Atherton 2016
Written for this week's 100 word challenge, hosted by Tara over at Thin Spiral Notebook
There's somebody writing the story of your life right now.
It's a thick book and it's getting thicker every second and every minute. He never stops. Even when you're sleeping he's measuring every inch of drool, every single thought and every tiny undetectable rapid eye movement. Each sigh, each gasp, as you stumble, pigeon toed and wade knee deep through the subterranean world of your dreams. Close your eyes and you may hear him. Exert yourself. Spin around, somersault, throw out a well timed kick and you may successfully catch him in the balls. Because he's naked. They all are. (C) Ally Atherton 2016
100 words written for this week's 100 word challenge, hosted by Tara over at Thin Spiral Notebook
