Catty Comment

Why do I have to be subjected to music I don’t like? Twice now, I’ve been punished at the local gas station I go to in morning and it’s not even 7:30 am and music is blasting from the car. What the hell.

Or, how about when you stop at a red light and the car behind you or next you is blasting their music and it causes your car to shake. Ridiculous.

And what’s the point. Nobody cares if they have good speakers in their car, and just because they want to go deaf early doesn’t mean I do.

Flash Fiction: Precious Pearls

Precious Pearls

For nine days and nine nights, we suffered her wrath;

A deluge of her anger sweeps in; filling the river’s belly;

Crest after crest, wave after wave; floods the lands;

swallowing everything and everyone it touches;

 

When the moon is full, the tide high

Mermen of her court rise with each swell;

To protect our precious pearls, we must hide.

Far from the shore, in the darkness of night;

We pray they do not find.

In the back of the cave, our precious pearls hide.

Their whimpers and cries give us away.

 

From fins and fishtails, to feet, they find.

Water is there’s to command.

Flushing us from our hidey-hole,

They steal our precious pearls.

 

To the sea’s depths do they swim,

The to the castles below the sand

Drowning our young.

Never to be seen again.

Catty Comment

I love my bed. I love sleeping in my bed. I love sleeping in on the weekend in my bed.  I don’t love when the neighbors let their dogs out at six in the morning to bark their heads off for the next three hours.

Catty Comment

Mind Your Boundaries

If I turn around, you’re in my face or I bump into you because you’re to close….

If your close enough you can hear my conversation with a store clerk….

If I feel you breathing down my neck…

If I can see you in my periphery…

Then your invading of my privacy, my personal boundaries. So, back off, keep your distance, respect the boundaries and take a step back.

Katty Comment

Level: Flea Infestation

Stuck behind that car that’s moving under the speed limit? Want to go around, but you can’t because the car next to you isn’t moving any faster? Freakin’ go, drive we all have some place we’ve got to be, not driving Ms. Daisy. Oh wait, even she had some place to be.

Or how about that person who goes so slow that you think it’s an elderly driver, but when you pass on the other side, you notice its some idiot talking on their phone. Ever heard of hand’s free or better yet, hang it, and freakin’ drive.

The person in front of you is riding the person the ass of person driving in front of them, and they kept slamming on the breaks. How about you back off, instead of making everyone else behind you keep breaking. You know those things have to replaced and I don’t need help in replacing them any faster.

 

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