A Monstrous Regiment of Dunces_The Uneasy Spirit_Changing Feathers_Luck be a Lady
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A Monstrous Regiment of Dunces
“I quit!” Peter (Pedro) O’Tule announced. He tossed down his company apron and his company hat, but was taking his sweet time leaving. The manager looked at him resignedly. “I actually fired you, but yes, you may say you quit. It is all the same to me, Pedro.” The manager went back to filling orders and doing whatever managers of fast-food restaurants do. “My decision cannot be brooked, my good man. The repercussions will be enormous. Enormous!” Pedro waved his arms in the air as he departed the Taco Bell at which he had resigned/been fired three times. The orders cleared in due time. The rest...
The Uneasy Spirit
The whistle of the tea kettle over the open flame on the stove filled the air. That whistle only meant two things. The first thing it meant was the water for my tea and oatmeal was ready. The second thing it meant was that the walking would begin in the apartment upstairs. That was the signal. I quietly walked into the kitchen and took the hot whistling kettle off of the stove and poured the hot water in my flowered “Too Damn Hot” mug my sister gave me for Christmas and then pushed my bowl of instant oats towards the kettle and poured some hot water in the bowl. I reached for the sugar bow...
Changing Feathers
On my last day of work at the Pet Center, I set the parakeets free. I don’t think anyone was expecting it, and I can imagine there was some element of shock when the first person noticed the tiny, winged creatures emerging from a generic store cage in a blur of green, yellow, and blue. I didn’t stick around to see the reactions of my co-workers nor the unsuspecting customers; as soon as I unlocked the cage and the first Keet spotted her chance at freedom, I was already running out the automatic sliding glass doors. I have no regrets.When I applied for the job, I didn’t know much about caring ...
Luck be a Lady
TW: contains strong language, depictions of misogyny and transphobia. Elliot Brown took a long drag on her Marlboro Gold, exhaled, and watched the heavy blue smoke dance its way to the ceiling, catching the purple, gold, and green lights of the slot machines as it rose. One more odor in the pungent bouquet of the River Princess Casino. Elly liked that about these cheap casinos. It was one of the few places you could still smoke inside. No huddling apologetically by the door, giving the embarrassed smile and half nod to passers-by. A definite plus. Her eyes traveled down the column of smo...