Otto shook his head as he took stock of all the calamities invading his life over the past few months.
It seemed to him that the world was conspiring to make him as miserable as possible.
“I need a bit of karmic relief,” grumbled Otto.
And with the impeccable timing only they can have, the Fates laughed impishly in his face.
In walked Constance.
As eloquently and succinctly as he could muster, Otto muttered a simple, “Shit.”
Tags: but writing nonetheless, free will?, Shit, writing absurdly
The Wilds of Ohio 
April 17, 2009 at 11:10 |
Ah that’s where the Fates have been hanging out….Feel free to keep them for a bit longer…My life has been going pretty straight (boring but straight) lately..I’d like to keep it that way for a bit.
April 18, 2009 at 08:58 |
i could use a bit of “karmic relief”… does that involve a buddhist monk in the ‘groucho marx’ glasses?
April 19, 2009 at 05:18 |
Those fates are a cackle of bitches, they are.
April 19, 2009 at 21:55 |
hisqueen – you sure? i can easily send them back your way. i’ll even throw in cab fare for them…
daisyfae – *snort* “Say the magic mantra and win a hundred dollars.”
dolce – “a cackle of bitches”…love it! i’m definitely stealing that line.
April 20, 2009 at 01:43 |
I take it Constance was the last person he wanted to see. But then, constancy is so hard.