For
this week, I thought I’d do something from a WIP I’m working on called Trouble Comes in Threes. It’s about a
guy who was dumped by his boyfriend during Christmas a year ago. Then all the
all appliances in this house go out…. at the same time, along with a leaking
roof. He’s already strapped for money, thanks to opening his own business, so
he can’t replace anything.
Know
the saying about troubles comes in threes? Well, number thee is about to show
up… times two, lol.
Enjoy!
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Trouble Comes in Threes
Yeah,
the cat was cute, but it had to go. I needed a pet like I needed a hole in the
head. I was barely taking care of myself, so how the hell was I supposed to
take care of a cat? I’d probably fuck that up too.
“Okay,
cat, let’s go.” I pointed at the open door, finger not quivering, voice strong
and steady. Cool, check me out. I sounded commanding. Authoritative. I even
impressed myself.
The
cat looked at me and flicked his tail. Then the damn thing shot out his back
leg and started licking it.
“Seriously?”
The
cat didn’t seemed half as impressed as I was with myself. Figures. I couldn’t
even intimidate a fucking cat. Color me wuss. I shivered in the cold draft from
the open door… Shit, the damn door was still open. Heat was gushing out in
heaty-type waves while I tried talking a cat out the damn door. And he wasn’t having any of it, seemed like. I certainly
didn’t have this problem with the humans in my life. Like Carson, they couldn’t
wait to get out the door. And
speaking of the door…
“Here,
kitty, kitty.” Again I called to the cat, and again the cat ignored me. Okay,
it appeared we were at a standoff. I nodded my head at the open door. The cat
licked its balls. Alrighty then. Guess that answered that. Ball licking won
over stupid head nod any day of the week. I shut the door.
The
cat stopped its grooming—okay, so maybe I was a little jealous—and stared at me. “Meee-ow!”
