Monday, July 27, 2009

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Miss Rita

"I quit" said the servant, grinding his teeth, muscles tight, his face melted down in disgust at the way his boss-lady is always making passes at him. "You're a fool, Carlos! You could have this." Miss Rita said gesturing her hand down her worn out body. "Now throw down your rake and take care of mama, and mama's gonna take real good care of you... and your family." Carlos flung his rake to the ground, it hits the grass with a loud, thwap-sound; Miss Rita flinches. Carlos stares silent at her for a moment, his eyes squinted, the look of disgust never leaving his face. "It's women like you, Miss Rita, that give the world a bad name." "Well that just sounds foolish now doesn't it?" Miss Rita said, then takes a tough drag of her cigarette. Carlos turns away from her and marches off, leaving Miss Rita alone. "Damn it, I really liked that one too!"

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The crow will eat

The crow squawked and quacked and hissed at the mangled and contorted rag of skin that was torn from the dead squirrel's carcass. He nibbled and plucked and tweaked it. Grabbing it quickly with his beak, tossing it into the air a bit, then letting it drop lifeless onto the asphalt; his head faced away while his eye's maintained an uncontrollable survivalist stare at the pile of flesh-food. Although he was alone, he knew the others would come soon. All he wanted was this generous portion of squirrel back to himself, but it was too heavy to fly with.

There was the occasional vehicle that would slow down and avoid him by slightly swerving around him. He only had to fly off the road a few times to narrowly escape the vehicles of the unwary.

But alas the crow was unlucky, for he suddenly succumbed to liver failure.