Friday, March 24, 2017

Fight Test

It is a crowded lobby. Parents are rushing to drop their kids off, and kids are doing all they can to delay going to school. It happens in an instant - he feels a child brush against him just as he whirls around. The next moment the boy is on his (diaper-protected) bum on the floor, and starting to wail. 

The father rushes to the boy's side and picks him up. Heaven forbid his son should fall down. He is gesticulating, swearing and comforting all at once. "You do know this place is full of children, right?". He mutters swear word after swear word. The lady at the front desk is watching the events unfold. He sees her and demands for CCTV playback, "Kick his boy out! We have no place for ignorant bullies here!".

The target of his ire thinks it is better not to fight. He asks if the boy is alright. His own boy watches on, bemused by the drama. Who does he think won this game? Who does he want to be?

Months later, the fiery nut tries to initiate polite conversation. The oppressed one nods but remains silent, forgiving but not forgetting.

Sunday, February 5, 2017

Dog Days Are Over

Have you ever wished for someone you love to die, and to die quickly? I wish you never have to.

He is dreaming of walking, running, barking, playing. His breathing is steady. I see a smile twitch onto his face. In reality, he is just a shell, shivering at noon.

Rest in peace Tiger. I pray you are in a green field of happiness.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

Do You Realize??

Play this song at my funeral.

Monday, December 19, 2016

I Can't Forget

Statistics, it's all bull****

Did you know you can prove anything using statistics?

Statistics has never solved anything for me in my entire life.

Are you sure there is money in that?

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Poor Places

I moved here 10 years ago. All I have now is Jesus Christ.

Keep the bricks there, they prevent the bugs from crawling up my bed post.

Close the window. The wind tends to blow the rain in at this time, and I cannot stand up to close it myself.

This pail goes here, that one goes there.

I don't like the food they bring - it's very fishy.

I have to lie down every so often.

You mean the gate is finished?

Monday, October 31, 2016

Yoshimi Battles The Pink Robots

Charles remains quiet as they fuss around him. The children squeal with delight as they pet him. One of them pulls his tail accidentally, but he does not react. He listens to his partner discuss the weather.

Charles remains quiet as the fire rages. His partner is nervous but alert, looking out if someone is trying to break through the barricade. Behind them, a movement unnoticed by his partner. Charles' hackles raise. A blur of fur and then a piercing scream. The rebel drops the Molotov cocktail. His forearm is bleeding. Charles is growling, the man's forearm between his jaws.

Thursday, September 29, 2016

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

It just doesn't work that way. You have to ask nicely, and give them a chance to say no.

Who exactly are you asking, by the way?