seekmice

the first time i saw her she was holding a tray of dirty dishes. her faded purple shirt had pink spots on it from bleach. mouse brown hair escaped a short ponytail, framing freckled skin and pale eyes. they might have been blue, or green, or white. she had a cute, perky nose - which i didn't really notice at the time - but the rest of her looked tired, beaten and leathery, like an old La-Z-Boy. she was small, but pushed through the green screen door in back of the restaurant with authority; balancing the over-sized, rubber tray in the subtle groove oh her hip. charlie nearly ran into her, cutting her off he smiled, "hey josieee" he cooed.

 I was torn as to whether or not to let Otis on the couch now; the vet had always said that jumping up and down would cause his long dachshund body to deteriorate faster. Well - I know all about that, and now I'm too damn deteriorated to do anything but sit on the couch - and it hurts so much to bend over and pet my dog that I'm considering letting him up on the furniture. The furniture that I ruined my body to pay for, to please the wife that I worked to feed until a month ago when she left me. I quit my job after that; told them I was gonna retire, gonna enjoy the golden years - but really, I'm just gonna sit on my couch and rot with my dog

in that kitchen it was hercules' 12th labor every day from 4:30 to 10:00 making food for spoiled college kids to throw up later that night at 5 bucks an hour [deprived] 1,010 page views, i like that. binary bitchheess ! thanks, seekmice [groups] ~PhotoLovers (https://www.deviantart.com/photolovers)