Posted in Freaky Friday
“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”
Black Friday: The Finnish Way
“Bright light, bright light!”
“Oh my God, what is that?”
“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”
***
The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.
In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:
“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
***
Several months earlier:
It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March
An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.
“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.
“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.
But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.
Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.
For who knew, how long this would last…
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
You can look,
But do not touch
And not even of that
Do too much
Because
You should not disturb
The sleeping cat
Or a big hurt
Is a matter of fact!
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Sleepy eyes
Still a spy
In this house
Maybe a mouse?
‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path:
Usually signifies,
that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat for Caturday
Alert, awake
Nothing would shake
The determination
Not leaving this station
For any reason
Except,
For the hunting season
After all,
Next night fall
Would be
Her targets downfall
Posted in Caturday
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”
― James Herriot
Tails of the Black Cat
The furry black cat
On the sidewalk sat
Looking for that rat
Who had entered the flat
The flat where the cat
Slept on the mat
Now ready for combat
With the daring rat
Who had woken the cat
From his well earned nap
“Soon I will you catch,
You feisty little rat!
I bet you taste like a bat
And possibly are non-fat
After all that
I will finally have my nap
On my comfy little mat!”
Posted in Caturday
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.”
― James Herriot
Tails of the Black Cat
A black cat
On the fence sat
No, not with a hat
Nor even, a rat
And none too fat
“Bring me some fish, stat”
To me she spat
“Oh won’t you look at that,
A feisty little thing of a cat!”
I said
Knowing full well,
I sooner should her have fed
She kept at me staring
With her nostrils flaring
I felt quite daring
Acting non-caring
Cautiously, approaching
With a bowl full of fish things
I could almost hear her sing
When seeing what I’d bring
Now the cat
Who was black
Who on the fence sat
Now nicely did act
And was ready,
For a quick chat
Posted in Caturday
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere”
Groucho Marx
Black Cat
When the black cat
Was crossing the street
She was chasing a rat
Trying to act discreet
Hiding behind a big hat
Awaiting her treat
The grounded bat
Knew he tasted sweet
Stood still on the mat
There was no time to greet
Only time, for combat
After a long while
Both standing still
Trying to act hostile
But without thrill
So instead of the usual
They decided in mutual
This tale’s end
Will the norm bend
Cat and mouse decided
To shake their paws delighted
The lesson of this tale?
Sometimes it’s good to fail
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“Don’t walk under any ladders,
Don’t break any mirrors,
Don’t spill any salt,
And don’t walk by any black cats.
Happy Friday the 13th!”
Friday the 13th
Lock the doors
And shut the windows,
Close the curtains
Because who knows,
What uninvited
Behind them lurks!
Switch off all the lights
Under your beds go hide
Better fright than flight
Just because today,
Is Friday night
Of the 13th kind!
Posted in Throwback Thursday
“Sometimes I listen to strangers’ conversation and mentally give my opinion”
Eavesdropping? No, just socially investigating!
“By George we made it!” Emma shouted in victory.
“I thought we were lost there for a moment, but here we are. And all in one piece!” Marc added dusting off his jacket.
“Too bad we lost George.” Emma was feeling sorry for the poor guy.
Marc looked at Emma and with a sad voice answered: “The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few.”
“Or the one!” Emma added.
Marc hugged Emma as they were standing, both looking into the distance, thoughts on their lost comrade.
***
I was on my way to work, when I stopped by the coffee shop. Waiting for my order I glanced around the place and noticed three intriguing characters in the farthest corner table. Two men and a woman, obviously deep in conversation, planning something from the looks of how they were positioned. Huddled together, serious yet fierce expressions on their faces and looking like they were plotting something.
Being of a curious nature, interested in all human relations, I took a few steps closer, trying to catch a glimpse of what they were talking about.
“This has to go down today!” The woman said loud enough for me to hear from my position.
I was hooked. I inched even closer and secretly hoped my order would take a while to complete.
“Did you check the weapons, made sure we have enough ammo?” The other man asked from the one sitting opposite him.
“All checked boss! I also added an extra ingredient, just to spice things up! Can’t wait to see the other guys’ faces when they get hit!” He responded with a smirk on his lips.
‘Boss, hit, guns?!’
Some kind of heist or mob hit in the planning I wondered. I was shaking a little. The threesome sitting around the table did not look like robbers or mob members, rather like nerds or students. But never judge a book by it’s cover.
The woman then took something out from her bag and laid it on the table. It looked like a map of sorts.
“Are we all clear on our positions at the final stage.” She was pointing at something on the paper to the others.
“What if I change my stance here rather than here.” The other man asked the woman and the one he had called boss.
“No!” The woman raised her voice again. Clearly the other man had been wrong about who the real boss was.
She then continued, “No deviations! We will all stick to the plan as agreed before.”
The man just nodded.
“Excellent!” The woman responded, “Now as to the next…”
Her voice faded to the sounds of new customers coming in to the shop. A loud soccer team had just entered the premises and I could not hear the threesome’s conversation.
And then, my name was called out from the counter. My order was ready.
Pondering whether to ignore it and try to stay a while longer. Then again, it would look suspicious, if I would stand there with my coffee and bagels in my hand. Reluctantly I decided to leave. Maybe there was something in the newspaper tomorrow I could read about. After all, I was no detective, nor law officer. Just an eavesdropper on her way to work!
***
Emma and Marc were standing at the top of the hill holding their guns. They had finally won a battle.
“Poor George!” Marc was looking down at his friend, laying non moving down by the bushes.
“He was brave, right to the end!” Emma credited his fallen friend.
“Guys! A little help, please!” A voice shouted from below.
Emma and Marc looked at each other. Then started their way down the hill. They reached their destination and remained standing there, neither making an effort to help.
“Guys? I am dying here!”
“Well, it’s your own fault!” Marc told him.
“Yeah, you failed to follow the plan and got hit. Right in the forehead no less!” Emma berated him.
“Sorry, guess I should have cut back on the doughnuts!” Was the response of the fallen man, “I felt the energy draining away from me as I was running after you guys.”
Marc offered his hand to his friend and helped him up.
“George, you are a mess. You have paint all over your face!” Marc looked at the dirty face of his friend who had been hit by multiple paint pellets.
“Well, our team still won!” George replied with a big grin.
“We sure did George, we sure did!” Emma patted George on the back, “Thanks for taking one for the team!”
“Now, let’s go and celebrate our victory! Donuts anyone?” Marc added.
“Hear, hear!” The other two replied in unison.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 