Monday, May 2, 2016

17. Me, Myself, and I'll Have Another

Sheila, Tiffany, Repulsive, and Repugnant heard the outer garage door open.  Repugnant raced downstairs through the basement, past Tiffany, to the door into the garage.  Sheila froze for just a millisecond, feeling the panic wash over her, heart skipping a beat. “Detach,” she said to herself, and drew in a deep breath.

Tiffany’s breath caught in her throat. She curled into a ball on the couch with Repulsive, and waited.  She hoped her daddy would be fine.  He’d call her ‘my little villain,’ hug her, and tell some crazy story about training a goose to kick a golf ball into the hole. They’d watch a movie, sharing a giant cookie he’d snagged from the clubhouse. ‘Or,’ she thought, clutching Repulsive tighter, ‘he'll stumble in, and they'll fight again, in their bedroom, loud enough to hear all through the house.’ Tiffany bit her lower lip.

Across town, Mikey thought about having another beer.  'No reason I shouldn't,' he thought. 'Don't concern nobody but me.'

Today I will remember: the closer I am to someone, the more my actions affect them.

Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant (c) 2016 by Ken Montrose

Mikey, Repulsive, and Repugnant is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance between the characters and anyone you might know is purely coincidental.

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