There was a audible click & then the mallet
- There was a audible click & then the mallet rattled between the bells. A veiny hand slapped the alarm clock off in midring. Doris Smuntling rolled back the blanket fully dressed
- and set her boots on the ground for what she figured would be the last time. Doris was going out on her own terms, despite what her family thought. Today was the culmination of
- capitalism, trauma therapy and ballistics. Doris was taking the tank down the "alley." She didn't give a good god damn what towel headed sonofabitch was waiting for her either.
- The tank, Doris found, was a surprisingly smooth ride, and she soon forgot that it was armed with DU rockets which could pierce reinforced concrete and 24" of steel. "Oops!" she
- giggled as she rested her elbow on a big red button. The tank shook and Doris realized she'd inadvertently attacked a small village they were passing. It wasn't funny anymore and
- her face knew because it expressed shock and disbelief, her hands knew since they were shaking, her heart knew almost giving her a heart attack. Everyone knew what she had done.
- What's more, her body parts not only knew what she had done, they seemed bent on turning her in. Her legs, as they walked her to the police station. Her hands, as they went up. Her
- mouth, as it babbled incessantly about her crimes. Her eyes, betraying even her deepest, darkest thoughts. Her bladder, as ... well, we'll leave that one alone for now. Her hair,
- was a birds nest. It was tangled, and full of grime, drool, sweat, and who knows what else!!! Her crimes had driven her mad... she
- finally felt normal. It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world. She skipped down the yellow brick road, now sure she'd make it back home to Kansas.
- Started
- 2012-04-20 04:05:07
- Finished
- 2015-05-14 22:31:24
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49erFaithful May 15 2015 @ 11:46
Ah Doris, we've all had those days.