Robbed by Cats_What's Lizards Got To Do With It?_The Fourth Date_A Trifle
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Robbed by Cats
TW: Swearing...Shawn couldn’t believe it when he was robbed by a gang of cats.At first they were just six adorable fluffballs who came to see him from the gaps between the houses on his way home.Then they spoke.“What’s in the bag buddy?” The voice seemed to come from within Shawn’s head. He looked around. “Down here, whiskers and the black eyebrow markings. I’m talking to you. What’s in the bag?”Shawn looked down at the tubby white cat. It had two diagonal lines like eyebrows above each eye. They made it look angry. “Me?” Shawn pointed to himself. He looked around again for the person throwing...
What's Lizards Got To Do With It?
‘This was by far the most egregious conjunction of sounds and syllables that my eyes have ever observed!’“Did you hear that Tiff? They even ended it with an exclamation mark. Do you know how upset someone has to be to purposely leave an exclamation mark?”She was fiddling with the free packets of sugar. “I wish you wouldn’t read reviews while we’re out to eat.”“Well the waiter is taking decades to bring our food, I could only sip on this free water for so long.”“Do I not exist? Am I a crocodile that can stick out its tongue?”Paul's eyebrows wrinkled. “What are you talking about?”“You said you ...
The Fourth Date
It had been a year since I’d had sex. A very long year. You’d think that an especially dark theatre would be a great omen for a fourth date with the perfect guy.I had tried online dating half heartedly before. No, not Tinder. For a 29…okay, 34 year old woman, the guys I met online tended to consider me kind of old fashioned due to my no sex before four dates rule. But this time was different.For one, he seemed to really agree with my no social media stance. When I perused Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and TikTok with my fake accounts, he was nowhere to be found. Yes, it would be nice to ge...
A Trifle
“You will be back this afternoon, right James? For your birthday?” Rachel reminds her husband, placing two slices of Marmite-slathered toast in front of him.He lifts his head, smiles weakly. “Uh, I’ve just got to finish this chapter, Rach,” he says. “I’m so close…” He takes a reluctant bite, then another, more out of necessity than hunger. She can’t recall the last time he has requested a particular food, let alone helped himself to something. He’s become paler, smaller, his hair thinning.She has heard it all before. Too many times. The words no longer inspire hope, more like the opposite of h...