Tied to a pole and surrounded by water, the lone pit bull mix stood proud while eagerly looking at the people. Scattered in the stagnant waters, bloated and lifeless, humans floated face down. Nanette focused on the dog. Its fate was gloomy and she noticed others while out on the waters with the National Guard.
"We'll come back and get the dogs," said the National Guardsman to Nanette.
He lied.
Rambling Moustache
An unusual mixture of fictional/non-fictional short stories sprinkled with an occasional moustache rant.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Sunday, March 13, 2016
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Officer Richard Cranium
"Do you know why I stopped you?" asked the officer after boldly announcing that he is on the Traffic Team.
"Nope," was my simple reply that apparently struck a nerve with Officer Richard Cranium.
"Nope," was my simple reply that apparently struck a nerve with Officer Richard Cranium.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Moustache Unplugged #33
"Are you kidding me!" I bark.
"Huh? Did it hit?" he replies while pretending to act dumbfounded.
"Huh? Did it hit?" he replies while pretending to act dumbfounded.
Sunday, February 21, 2016
Thursday, January 14, 2016
That'd Be Nice
I just checked my powerball numbers for the $1.6 billion jackpot. I didn't win.
Bummer.
Bummer.
Sunday, January 3, 2016
Justice for Junior?
The setting sun, swallowed by gray, low clouds on a misty July evening, turns the trailer park dark. Burning marijuana, along with frying chicken and spilled motor oil, wafts amongst the trailers. Loud televisions, louder voices and cheap aluminum doors being slammed jolts Junior.
He's only eight months old.
He's only eight months old.
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