At 2am, the magnificence of the night was defiled by unholy shit spewing from the house five doors away.
She stuffed the comforter into her ears and began to think really loudly.
But there was this one note.
Stubborn and self-preserving; it crawled to the top of the aural shitpile, jack-booting the doof-doof-waas and emerged filthy and triumphant.
It was now a giant fly in her ear, its wings beating down on the drums.
Wings like fists; knuckle-dustered, fresh and going for the title.
She bled right through the pillow, on to the sheets.
Oh how she prayed for a senseless act of violence.
A deranged drifter with a stiffy for massacre and a Bring Your Own Bullets policy.
The music stopped.
The fly was gone.
She praised Heaven and promised lots of alms to beggars.
Turning over on to her other side, her hand sought out the cool spot under the pillow.
The dogs began to bark.
excellent as always Saaleha
you go girl 🙂
need to mail you
oh, and belated Eid Mubarak
Belated wishes on this end too:)
Woman! Write a book now so I can weep tears of joy 🙂
Haha. I’m creeping towards that.
and it crows too 😛
only your writing can bring so many senses together in a readable way.
the crowing sounds echo.. lol… glad that the free writing is allowing words to emerge, miss.
i will haunt u, still..
just cos i can!
Boo away Shafs. I need it.
i was surprised to hear that you had a cool spot under your pillow too!
“the magnificence of the night” sounds peaceful
Can’t sleep without seeking it out:) I wish it stayed peaceful. After the dogs, the neighbour’s rooster got going.