Long Nights in Tabby Town
I hadn’t worked a case in a month and was hitting the sauce hard. It’s a gloopy brown sauce from a can of beef chunks--part of yesterday’s breakfast.
Jon Sindell wrote The Pugilist Poets of Venice, and the story collections The Roadkill Collection and Family Happiness (all from Big Table Publishing). His humor has appeared in The Big Jewel, Defenestration, Feathertale, Go Read Your Lunch, The Higgs-Weldon, Points in Case, right hand pointing, The Short Humour Site, and Thrice Quarterly, and before barnyard animals in petting zoos everywhere. Much of his writing hides in plain sight at jonsindell.com.
I hadn’t worked a case in a month and was hitting the sauce hard. It’s a gloopy brown sauce from a can of beef chunks--part of yesterday’s breakfast.
Yes, honored Seat Neighbor, you have described the whelp's arrogance in a manner both just and poetic. Yes, poetic!
The first step, of course, is to avoid mirrors. This is essential if you are to eliminate the risk of looking yourself in the eye.
"Favorite sled." -- Charles Foster Kane, Citizen Kane
If I get cream cheese on my nose, don’t dare lick it off, for The Lord Your Dog is a jealous Dog when cream cheese is nigh, and whipped cream too.