The day was cold.
I hugged the walls, trying to hide in dark corners, but a bitchy wind found me everywhere I went, and gnawed at my neck and cheeks with its merciless teeth. I had no respite.
I was huddled in the pokey gap between a tattoo parlour and pool hall when I heard what sounded like a squeaky toy. There was a frail, drawn-out release of air. Like it had been sat on. Like it had invented misery.
I checked. No. I hadn’t squashed anything, but there was a tiny ball of fur there.
…with two pointy triangles.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
Love that phrase: Like it had invented misery. Alas, now you have used it, I cannot! 🙂
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I know the feeling. I’ve often come across phrases I wish I’d thought of first! 😉
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Great tale. Love this line – “Like it invented misery.”
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Thank you so much, Debbie! That’s very cool of you to say! 🙂
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A bitchy wind is an inspired line!
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Tati struck gold when she thought of that one. 😉
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It is epic
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I love the bitchy cold wind comparison 😂
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Tati came up with that. It works terrifically, doesn’t it! 😛
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It really does. Perfect description of how it feels some days 😬😂
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Catastrophe!
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Ba-dum-TISH! 😛
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You have made my day. Thank you
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Hee hee hee. 😛
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I was relieved to find out the noise was from Shrody’s Cat and two pointy triangles. For a moment I feared it was a whoopie cushion activated by an evil clown. The stuff that goes down in alleyways between tattoo parlors and pool halls would make Dick Tracy wet his Doc Martins.
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Hee hee hee! Yes, gotta watch out for them evil clown whoopie cushions! 😉
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Plum scary, those things are. 🤣💨
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Oh my, yes! 😛
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Very funny !
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