This website offers a variety of snack-sized stories. Tasty little lies — appetizers, that will enhance your larger novel cravings. New stories may pop-up at any time, but generally, they will be posted on a Wednesday, Thursday, or a Friday — Most people are happier when the weekend is in sight, and so are readers;)
This week in the series; ‘Adventures of Catbaby’ we have Episode 8—’Blue Man’
Shivering in the police officer’s arms, the abandoned child cried.
The orphaned boy grew up bouncing around foster care. At eight, he landed in a pedophile’s lair. It was six years before he had the will and strength to escape the anguish of his abuser’s arms.
Burning through twelve states in eleven years, he stopped running: found a job, a wife, and began to try. When the economy went bust, he lost his job, his home, his cheating wife, and his sanity.
A half-frozen homeless man is shaken awake. Standing up, he felt arms and a blanket wrap around his shoulders.
Shivering in the police officer’s arms, the abandoned man cried.
It’s not like I’m obsessed. I just like watching her. I look at her a lot…but that’s not a crime. It’s not hurting anyone—it’s not like I’m a weirdo; I work; I pay taxes. I buy Girl Scout cookies.
Other than her, I watch people, and honestly, I prefer standing by myself, observing, and listening in on other people’s conversations. They’re so creepy and dishonest. Only saying the things they think the other person wants to hear. They’re fakers.
But I’m sincere and extremely excited as I take a peek. I know, she knows, I’m watching. She flaunts her wet, naked body—she looks straight at me.
If only my goldfish could talk, she’d be perfect.
That’s assuming she’s a female.
“Let go! Mine!” the boy yelled.
“Nooooo—it’s mine!” the girl screamed.
The toddlers competed in a fierce tug-of-war; a stuffed teddy bear, the object of their affection. The boy clung tight to one fuzzy arm, as the older girl just reeled him in, twisting and flopping like a thirty-pound tuna.
The struggle escalated to wrestling on the floor. Suddenly, the boy let out a wailing shriek.
Separating them, the mother saw the red welt on his arm and scolded the girl. “We don’t bite!”
As the spider scurried back to its web full of babies under the sofa, it thought, ‘But we do.’