TUDAWR

TUDAWR

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Characters: Me, her, a dog, the Universe

Setting: a park innnnn... Chicago!.

I found a rubber band the other day.

She is slurping a two-scoop mint and chocolate ice cream. There is the distinctive red of dilated capillaries around her eyes, she's been crying. Brat. The sun on her face makes her itchy eyes itch even more. Scratch. Tch. Tch. She shuts them tight.

Batrat. Ruminant superhero. Bbbbrat.

She hasn't seen me, or maybe she has, I don't think she cares. Her eyes are still shut. Her tongue is working on the chocomint flavored frozen spheres of processed cow-breeding cow liquid. Coward cows.
I place one end of my rubber band on my pinky finger. I close my fist. I wrap the hanging end of the rubber band around my thumb and tighten it on my extended index finger. Gun.

Smaaack. I hit her right in the face. Gravity is evil, the two scoops fall splat on the grass. A calf in a far away field sheds a tear and bellows hungrily for her mother's udder's misplaced rudders. Milk doesn't rhyme with mother and udder. Rudder.

Coward cows.

Her tongue is still moving, there is no ice cream to lick anymore. The pain of my rubber ammo hitting her face is just about to register, it registers. She opens her eyes tongue still moving. She can't cry, her tear ducts are dry and the sun is blinding her eye.S.

A dog.

I want to get my rubber band back. I lost a rubberband =()TODAY.