I'm Not Like A Car You Can

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

So What Are You Going To Tell Her?" "a Little Help?" I Pleaded. "what Does She Want To Know?" He Shook His Head, Grinning Wickedly. "that's Not Fair." "no, You Not Sharing What You Know-now That's Not Fair.

And Then We Continued Blissfully Into This Small But Perfect Piece Of Our Forever.

Next Time You Want To Hit Me Hit Me With A Baseball Bat Or A Crowbar!

I Peeked Up At Him One More Time, And Regretted It. He Was Glaring Down At Me Again, His Black Eyes Full Of Revulsion. As I Flinched Away From Him, Shrinking Against My Chair, The Phrase If Looks Could Kill Suddenly Ran Through My Mind.