Saturday, March 14, 2009
About the Author
Mark Larrison lives in Cairo, NY with his wife Mary, an artist and teacher, and five cats and two birds and a lot of antiques.
One
He awoke to a shrill shrieking sound. The clouds were screaming. "Great," he thought. "Spider Weather."
He got out of bed,and headed to the kitchen. He threw a cup of water into the radar range for instant coffee. While it cooked, he went to the head and relieved himself.
"DING!!" ...water was done. He lit a smoke as he stirred a healthy dose of the dark brown powder into the cup. He headed to the window and looked out towards the mountains. It was grey outside, as usual. The surface of the mountains seemed to be moving ... the Flock Monkeys were out. “When it rains, it pours," he said aloud to himself. Well, no point in bathing today, he thought as he pulled a pair of pants on. He finished his coffe and smoke, then headed back to the bedroom to finish dressing. T-shirt, socks, then back to the kitchen where the front door of the house was. He slipped on a lightweight windbreaker, his Magma Boots, and a riot helmet. He opened the pantry cupboard and grabbed 2 cans of evaporated milk,which he stuffed into the windbreakers left pocket ... just in case the Flock Monkeys decided to come down off the mountain today ... which they probably would. Into the windbreaker's right pocket he stuffed 3 flares from the pantry. "It's good to be back home," he said sarcastically to himself in a hushed tone. With that he grabbed his rubber gloves and car keys, flipped the switch turning on the electric fence, which was, of course, also connected to the metal roof, and was about to open the door to leave. "SHIT," he said, "almost forgot." He pulled off one glove and went to the pantry. He opened a can of sardines, splashed them out onto a plate, and put it on the floor. "Snicklefritz!?" he called. A large fluffy cat came running from the bedroom area, and rubbed against his leg before beginning to hungrily devour the smelly fish. While the cat ate, he drew a bowl of water from the sink and then placed it beside his pet. The cat stopped eating briefly to purr loudly and lap up some fresh water. He patted it for several seconds, said, "I Love You Buddy", and then headed back to the door. Putting his other glove back on, he turned the knob, set the alarm system, eyed the twenty feet between the door and his truck,took one last glance at Snicklefritz, and stepped outside, pulling the door securely shut behind him.
He ran.
He got out of bed,and headed to the kitchen. He threw a cup of water into the radar range for instant coffee. While it cooked, he went to the head and relieved himself.
"DING!!" ...water was done. He lit a smoke as he stirred a healthy dose of the dark brown powder into the cup. He headed to the window and looked out towards the mountains. It was grey outside, as usual. The surface of the mountains seemed to be moving ... the Flock Monkeys were out. “When it rains, it pours," he said aloud to himself. Well, no point in bathing today, he thought as he pulled a pair of pants on. He finished his coffe and smoke, then headed back to the bedroom to finish dressing. T-shirt, socks, then back to the kitchen where the front door of the house was. He slipped on a lightweight windbreaker, his Magma Boots, and a riot helmet. He opened the pantry cupboard and grabbed 2 cans of evaporated milk,which he stuffed into the windbreakers left pocket ... just in case the Flock Monkeys decided to come down off the mountain today ... which they probably would. Into the windbreaker's right pocket he stuffed 3 flares from the pantry. "It's good to be back home," he said sarcastically to himself in a hushed tone. With that he grabbed his rubber gloves and car keys, flipped the switch turning on the electric fence, which was, of course, also connected to the metal roof, and was about to open the door to leave. "SHIT," he said, "almost forgot." He pulled off one glove and went to the pantry. He opened a can of sardines, splashed them out onto a plate, and put it on the floor. "Snicklefritz!?" he called. A large fluffy cat came running from the bedroom area, and rubbed against his leg before beginning to hungrily devour the smelly fish. While the cat ate, he drew a bowl of water from the sink and then placed it beside his pet. The cat stopped eating briefly to purr loudly and lap up some fresh water. He patted it for several seconds, said, "I Love You Buddy", and then headed back to the door. Putting his other glove back on, he turned the knob, set the alarm system, eyed the twenty feet between the door and his truck,took one last glance at Snicklefritz, and stepped outside, pulling the door securely shut behind him.
He ran.
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