Marla's Revenge (Omar Episode 6)

A surprise ally?

100 Words - Stray

 

Bob and Roger, who were 30 years old if you combined their ages, found themselves in a dilly of a pickle. The stray dog which they fed, despite being told not to, was now in the cellar giving birth, and mom was asking them, “What’s that smell?”

The “What smell?” shouted in unison, proved to mom that something was up. She assessed the effort of investigating versus whether she really wanted to know. She decided to let it go. She went back to the dishes, looking out the window, wandering what ever happened to that stray dog she’d been feeding.

Omar's Mistakes (Episode 5)

Omar's past catches up with him.

100 Words - Catharsis

 

Was it catharsis, schadenfreude or just plain cruelty? Jerry watched the streaming channels that show clips of people getting hurt, all day. I mean he watches all day long, for days on end, hopped up on meth. Giggling.

We tried interventions. We tried cutting his internet and cable. Somehow, somewhere he found more violent videos to watch. His girlfriend Mary said that the meth didn’t bother her as much as the videos. They were amusing for the first ten minutes, but this was too much for anyone.

On her way out, suitcase in hand, Mary kicked Jerry in the nuts.

Omar Meets Joy (Episode 4)

What is so familar about the young woman with cool boots?

100 Words - Intrusive Thoughts

 

They told me that these “intrusive thoughts” would be transient. Violent impulses that flash in your mind then are gone. Mostly they were right, but one didn’t fade away.

I told my shrink about it but he said not to worry. He asked if I ever acted on these impulses and I hadn’t. He said that was the proof that they were harmless, and that I shouldn’t dwell on them.

But it kept coming back until I couldn’t stand it. I did it. So much blood. I feel better now. I’m going to have to get a new shrink though.

100 Words - Swamp Road

 

The bike ride through the nature preserve was beautiful. I saw several weird birds and even a distant alligator. The problem was that the map app said it was an eight mile round trip, but many of the roads were gone. 17 miles so far. Then I saw a short cut.

The dirt road through the swamp was gated, but I could see that the road ahead was intact. I lifted my bike over the barrier, ignoring the many warning signs. Halfway to the highway the gators started coming out of the water. Never pedaled so hard in my life.