Isabel Night
Argh! The pounding music! The drunk teens! It’s 3 A.M! And I’m still sore from that bike riding excursion around the island! Must… get… some… sleep…
The bass continues to pound. Ugh! Shut up! I bury my head in my pillow. No luck.
Now the nightstand’s shaking. My in-room phone rattles. Goddammit! I’m not paying any damage charges!
Enough!
After opening the door, I yell across the hall at the unsupervised brats. Trust me, I’ll report their assess… No surprise; I get the fig sign. Fine! Be like that! Y’know… come to think of it… drinking is prohibited at this hotel…
Interesting! My room’s adjacent to a manual pull station! Shame… I have such fumbling hands…
Isabel Night is a Micro Fiction / Flash Fiction Author living in Leonardtown, Maryland, USA.
Sitting in the lobby of the vet clinic, I tearfully cradle my cancer-riddled cat, Moppet. Unable to endure her tortured meows, I wish… no… stay focused. Try focusing on Moppet’s Francis of Assisi medallion.
It doesn’t work. Once inside the Comfort Room... I hate this… saying goodbye…
Upon returning home, I crawl into bed. Restless. Argh! Yet, somehow, fur brushes up against my face. Purring’s included. Moppet. I know it’s you, sweetie. Let me cuddle with you, precious…
Ugh. Damn alarm’s buzzing. C’mon... What the…!? How’d Moppet’s medallion get onto my pillow!?
I don’t remember bringing it back from the clinic!?