Category: Showcase
One of us is really old
She’s crotchety and demanding
Forgets she’s had her dinner
And yells till we come to understanding
Her friends despair of her
And wish her voice was sweeter
But it’s no good complaining
’cause no one wants to beat her!
Instead we grumble to ourselves
As we fill her bowl again
She’ll do exactly what she wants
Our dear old feline friend.
by Kim Davis
Part 1: Two Voices: Person #1
It was 5:59 a.m. as Larry made his way from the back storeroom up the big center aisle past the heaped sales tables to the glass doors. He could feel the tension in the air as the press of women bore down on the plate glass. He hoped it didn’t break before he could get the door open. He couldn’t stand Early Bird sales. Usually he tried to hide out in the stock room for the first fifteen or twenty minutes till the blood lust had calmed down a little on the sales floor.
She clicked a switch and the big electric organ hummed to life. She stuck her tongue out and moistened her lips and the rings on all of her fingers clinked as she positioned her long boney fingers over the keys.
It’s come to it at last. Scuffles in broad daylight over the catnip patch.
Why do people drive around in the fog with no headlights on? Do they think they are immortal? This morning we had to go through a thick fog on the way to school, which makes me nervous to begin with. I mean it’s one thing when I’m alone in the car, but when my children with me I worry much more. There is always about 1 in every 4 cars with no lights on driving through the pea soup. Now I don’t know about the rest of the country, but most vehicles where I live are HUGE. For example one particular “immortal” I passed this morning was driving a 1-ton, dual wheeled pick-up truck. To make matters even worse, it was a BLACK pick-up truck, and it was about 6 feet from me when I eventually saw it. YIKES!
