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Complex Comedy & Wood Woman

I was tearing my hair out between 3 a.m. and 4:30 a.m. yesterday morning. The housing complex's perimeter alarm went off eight times. When the siren stopped wailing, a high-pitched ringing followed, mimicking tinnitus. As the sky lightened, I armed myself with terrifying hair, a panic button, my bare feet, and my closest friend, Fluffy… Continue reading Complex Comedy & Wood Woman

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Mildred & Monty

Mildred was hiding in a beam above the kitchen. She stared at me from the knotted wood. I felt her gaze and, looking up, caught sight of her. What peculiar eyes, I thought, what an elongated, fearsome forehead and skull, what a beak, what a... Abandoning my crack-of-dawn tea drinking, I shot to the bedroom… Continue reading Mildred & Monty

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What a Waste

I don't know what is wrong with the plumbing in this place. When I flush the loo half of what should go away, stays. In my immediate family unit, and in the UK extension, there is a marked propensity for troublesome waterworks. I'm referring to external, not personal, systems. Plumbing, not bladders. I must keep… Continue reading What a Waste