This week’s photo prompt is provided by H.R.R. Gorman. Thank you H.R.R.!
“Do not let Brutus in the bathroom.” I stumble through the words. Remembering how slow and clearly Alicia spoke then to me. “Do not let Brutus in the bathroom.”
The stringy feline rubs against my leg. He cries as he runs a figure eight around me. Apparently he wants me to admire his labor of love. I’m trying to think of where to start cleaning it all up. Toilet paper strewn under the sheets just adds to the expertise of this animal.
“Brutus! What did you do? She’ll kill me for this!” I pull my hair back with my palm. I wonder how to cover it all up.
He looks up at me and meows. His right paw slightly lifted as if to point out the crime scene.
The clearance section brought happiness to the same cat who was heart broken over a little tree.
My Tom cat waited all day to crawl inside the mail bag and steal rubber bands
Elvis is ready and waiting.
It’s with great horror I open the door.
Unique characters. Beautifully crafted work. Such style and grace! Uhh…
“No! Oh,no!” My eyes bulge from their sockets. “What does it mean?! What did they take? Who are they? Why do these evil people have such good taste in crafting a note?”
I’m horrified. Still drawn to the pretty letters. I’m sad. I’m feeling a lose. How could someone just take my most precious thing?
“What’s missing?” My mind crafts pictures
“My Commander Ren and Stimpy action figures! These are sick people! Twisted! Deplorable! No, they are still here on fireplace mantel. Next to Grandfather’s mantel clock from 1896.” The pain of being lost on thought decries my voice.
“Oh snap! It’s my leather bound set of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy! Oh these are ruthless sickest. They probably parked in front of the fire hydrant too. Or the Handicapped space.” My feet pick up the pace.
“Oh it’s still there! What the hell did they take?!” Anger surfaces within me “Where’s my wife? They took Collen! Oh,they’ll return her in about two hours. Unless she’s bound and gagged. Then I have the afternoon free.”
“Who are you talking too!” A voice comes through a door.
“Oh, I thought you were kidnapped. I had this note. My most precious is gone. I can’t figure out what it is? Isn’t this crazy?” I try to reason with her
“You idiot! The dog! They took the dog!” She reminds me in a very hostile way.
“Oh that’s what’s missing? Well, they get in touch. It says so right here on the note.” I’m relieved.