This is it! It’s the last post in Murdertrout, Chapter 8 of Attack of the Lesbian Activist Squirrels. I hope you enjoyed it. Comments are welcome. Tips via the PayPal link to the right are also welcome but always optional.
Happy New Year
Brett and Cindy high fived and danced around the fire and spilled popcorn. Brett had just lived his life’s goal and Cindy had realized her’s wasn’t far off. The Curmudgeon beamed. How many people make it almost to their endzone just in time to forget the point of the game? All it took was a nudge. The kids were going to be OK.
“Wait a minute,” Cindy panted after their impromptu celebration. “What about you?”
“Meh,” The Curmudgeon shrugged. “I’ve had lots of dreams and goals. Some came true. I’ve nothing to complain about.”
“That’s not good enough.” Cindy poked him with a popcorn filled hand. “We had great dreams and pursued them. In fact, I’m going to buy cutoffs tomorrow!” Brett and The Curmudgeon gave the situation a glance and nodded approvingly. “That’s right dammit,” she enthused, “I’m hot. And I have a van!”
The Curmudgeon hoped she’d lose the train of thought but she didn’t.
“So, we both had inspiration. We had great goals and we’re attaining them. What about you?”
The Curmudgeon sighed. There was no escaping it.
“OK fine, I was inspired by Orwell.”
“Who?” Cindy asked.
“The guy who wrote 1984?” Brett asked.
“Animal Farm.” The Curmudgeon smiled bleakly. “I want to do what he did. Write a satirical allegory using animals to represent human shortcomings and the illogic of their actions. That’s my goal.”
Brett and Cindy exchanged a glance.
Cindy put her hand on The Curmudgeon’s shoulder. “I’m sorry dude, a satirical allegory using animals…” She was at a loss for words.
“…is the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.” Brett finished.
“Yeah, sorry but nobody’s going to read it.” Cindy added.
She walked off to sleep off her drunkenness in her van. Brett yawned and collapsed asleep in his lawnchair.
The Curmudgeon stared at the fire until it died down. “Stupid kids.” He mumbled, before he too fell asleep.
There’s a bunch of us dummies.
Thanks for Chapter 8. Hoping for Chapter 9 soon.
As soon as I write it, you’ll be the second to know.
This is a literally Rick Roll isn’t it. Well played sir. Norm McDonell would be proud.
As the great Bard once wrote:
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down
First time here, haha