* CROW 1: Amazon!
CROW 2: No, Barnes & Noble!
CROW 3: You’re idiots! iBookstore! I personally saw!
Who’s right? Actually, they all are. Our new book is available here, there, and everywhere.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
Tati as TATI
Tony as TONY
YOU’RE HOT, BUT PLEASE
DON’T PISS ON ME
Morning was never going to just light up the room and leave it at that. Of course not. It was always going to lance between the curtains like a sexual predator and violate her right where she lay. Like it had every other morning of her life. God.
Tati tilted her head off the pillow. She squinted at the fuzzy-edged glare floating at the foot of her bed. She hated that window. It was in the wrong place. It looked like a white supremacist. Her head plopped back.
I’d better get up.
The birds seemed to agree. Chirp! Bloody chirp!
Maybe later.
“Tati.”
Okay, now they’re calling me. A bit odd that.
“Tati?”
Hell! How do they even know my name?
“Tati!”
Oh, please fuck off, birds.
“TATI!”
She imagined them with zippers on their beaks. If only.
“TETIANA!”
“WHAT?!”
An orifice formed in the wall to her right, and disgorged a human-sized blob. With something approaching vague alarm, Tati swiveled her head. Oh. It was a door. Oh. A human.
“I’m sorry, your Highness. Have I inconvenienced you by entering here? This room made holy by the mere presence of your sacrosanct self? And does my existence diminish—nay, blight—your exalted self in some inexpiable and unfortunate way?”
She grimaced. “Shut up.”
“Forgive me. Is it that time of the month again?”
Bolt upright now, a fiery Tati jabbed an accusing finger in the human’s general direction. “Oh my god, Tony! How many times should I repeat that ‘that time of the month’ doesn’t affect mood?!”
Tati’s blanket had fallen away. Oblivious to the fact that she was now topless, she swung her legs right and planted both feet on the floor. It was too early to be dealing with his shit.
Tony plucked his eyes from the dust where they’d fallen and polished them on his shirt sleeve.
“Like the time I hit you with a chair by accident. And I apologised by the way.”
Tony popped his eyes back in their sockets. “Yes,” he said with a sour face, “and then you proceeded not to call an ambulance for me. I had to drag my sorry, damaged arse to the public phone booth.” Noticing that Tati hadn’t bothered to cover herself up, he looked away. “Come to think of it, why the hell don’t we have a landline?”
“Do you cheat off?”
He blinked and looked back at her. “Oh. Now you’re changing the subject. Is that what this is?”
Tati yawned, stretching her arms wide, her chest all lovely and pointy. Red-faced, Tony looked away again.
“Do you cheat off?”
Tony hissed through his teeth, “What the hell do you mean… ‘cheat off’?” The wall was suddenly quite fascinating.
Tati stood up. “Cheat off. Like in school.” She grabbed a top from the side cabinet. “What? Have you never peeked into someone else’s notebook?”
“No, I was a good boy. I was always very well behaved in school!” He kept looking at the wall. “In fact, I’m being a good boy now.”
“Really? A good boy? Then why are some of your poems so similar to mine?” Tati slipped her top on. “You can look.”
Tony swung his gaze back. “Why do I seem to be as perverted as you?” His eyes darted quickly to her top, ensuring that it was in place and covering all the right bits. “That’s what you’re really saying, isn’t it?”
“Perverted?!” Tati was so cute whenever she cocked her head. She was doing it now, her antennae tilting too.
Tony studied the wall.
“Are you blushing?” She gave a sly little grin.
“Oh, come on now! What about that Moses story? That was pretty sick!” He was flushing redder than a stop sign. It felt strange to be making such a passionate case to a wall.
Tati shrugged. Or tried to. “I wish not talk about dildos now.”
Tony stole another look. “Erm.”
“Yes, and about Pokémons too.” She began to look around the room for something. She wasn’t sure what. And it was kind of difficult to do with her cephalothorax fusing her head and shoulders together. Perhaps a neck massage was in order.
“Erm.”
“DO NOT EVEN THINK!” Claws on her hips, Tati leveled beady, critical eyes at him.
“But… that’s not possible!” spluttered Tony.
“Okay. Think.” She waved him off dismissively. “But something more useful than winkles and augmented reality.”
“Well, there’s that discussion group you were telling me about the other day. What if I pretend I don’t know about it so you can tell me like it’s a piece of news I haven’t heard before?” He gestured at the webcam high up in the corner of the room. “You know, for the benefit of our readers.”
Tati looked at the tiny electronic eye with a curious detachment. Tony never could tell what she was thinking or feeling at any given time.
“Yes.”
He pushed his case. “And it can be like a proper conversation so it doesn’t seem like the scripted advertorial it so obviously is. A spontaneous chin wag between friends. Like in real life.”
Tati looked at him and smiled. A warm smile this time. “Well… in short, ‘Mooreeffoc’ was picked up as a Book of September in Book Club (Young Adult Edition) on Goodreads.” Her smile deepened. “It is good. Yes?”
“Oh my, oh me! Really? I did not know! Thank you for imparting this most crucial piece of data, Tetiana! Pray tell, what more regarding this noteworthy event should we be informed of, darling dearest?”
Tati’s smile vanished. What the hell? He thinks this is pantomime?
Realising how foolish he looked, Tony’s puffed-out chest deflated quicker than a balloon at an asthmatics convention. His arms drooped to his sides and he stepped from the bed that he’d unconsciously mounted just moments before. He could be quite ‘method’ that way.
“Mooreeffoc. September. Club. Young Adult. Goodreads,” Tati tutted. Through her mandibles. Her earlier smile had looked more inviting to be totally honest.
“Oh. Fine. It’s blatant sarcasm then. I see. Thank you so much.” Tony scratched his head, annoyed. “You’re not going to mention that our readers can follow various links within this text to join the Goodreads Book Club too? That they can join in on a discussion group about Mooreeffoc? That they can—for a limited time only—nab themselves a free copy right here? None of that?”
Tati shook her thick testaceous tail, ignoring this pointed yet somehow long winded remark. “Tony, get yourself busy!”
“Huh?”
“Book! Have you finished the cover for our other book? The new poetry book?”
“Oh, what, now we’re changing the subject again?”
Her tail was looking rather sexy though. He reached out to stroke it…
Morning lanced between the curtains like a sexual predator and violated him right where he lay. Like it had every other morning of his life. God.
Tony tilted his head off the pillow.
What the hell? Why did I dream that of all things?
He grimaced. “Good lord. I was about to have sex with a lobster.”
“What did you say?”
Startled, Tony whipped his eyes to the door. Tati was standing there. She’d heard everything.
THE END
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
1 Another year, another wrinkle in the face of Father Time. Moses certainly feels like that mythical figure, sans the wings, scythe and hourglass of course. 2 He sits on the porch in a rocking chair, smoking his pipe and keeping a watchful gaze over the two children playing in the sandbox nearby. 3 Gershom and Eliezer are still quite young. They’re the apples of their mother’s eye, and admittedly their father’s too. The fruit of their collective loins you could say.
4 Look at the cheeky scamps. They play so well together!
5 Moses allows himself an indulgent smile… and then sees the unthinkable.
6 Eliezer’s holding an object over a bucket in which the bubbling water is turning red. Gershom is parting that same water with another object. 7 His looks strangely like a… a phallus?! What the hell?! If that’s the very dildo that Moses tried to present Zipporah with some years ago 8 then the object in Eliezer’s hand must be the artificial va… 9 Oh my God! It’s Zipporah’s gift to Moses!
10 “Hey, you filthy ruffians! You’re not allowed to rummage through our… adult stuff! Children don’t play with parents’ toys! Gershom! Eliezer! Are you listening, Eliezer?”
11 The cute little boy Eliezer, the angel with gold ringlets, slowly turns to Moses. He smiles a disarming smile and, loudly and quite clearly, says one four-letter word. 12 Moses’s jaw goes slack.
13 Yeah, I guess he’s right. That is what you’d call it… Still, little boys shouldn’t use such profanity!
14 Moses is so shocked that his eyes remain fixed open. AH-CHOO!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
1 Craning carefully, Moses peeps into the kitchen.
2 Zipporah is fluttering about the cookstove, crooning something or other. Thank God she seems to have mellowed. 3 For now. 4 Oh, maybe she has even tried his gift? Her complexion does appear rosier than usual. 5 Moses heaves a sigh of relief. The last thing he wants is to bring another storm crashing down around his ears.
6 Zipporah should realise, after all, that he gave her that dildo not because he’s a sick old pervert, but because he cares for her. 7 He doesn’t want her to have to settle with his limp old todger, not when her sexual appetite is just hitting its prime.
8 Hey… what is she singing?! It has the lilt of a bygone era, and the words are simple and scabrous. Is it a folk song?
9 “…a young lover came to a woman while her husband went for a beer…”
10 Say what? Cold sweat breaks out over Moses’s body. He knows this song.
11 “…the lover kissed and fondled the woman while her husband went for a beer…”
12 What the hell? I’m not going to take this crap! I’ll help her to recall the end of this song!
13 Moses takes a deep breath and, stepping out from behind the door, lets fly.
14 “…but the husband didn’t go for a beer, the husband stood behind a door and listened…”
15 Zipporah jolts as if poked by an electric shepherd’s crook.
16 “Oh! Honey? Sorry… I didn’t notice you. How long have you been standing there?”
17 “…and the husband killed both of them with an axe, and after this went for a beer.”
18 Moses lets that last line dangle in the awkward silence between them. Just for a moment. He then harrumphs.
19 “I only just got here, sweeten. What are you doing?”
20 “I’m cooking something special for our dinner tonight. Would you like to help me?”
21 And, just like that, Zipporah turns back to the cookstove, a smile replacing the shocked look from seconds before. 22 Moses’s brow bunches into a frown. What is she up to? Before he can ask, 23 she faces him again with something in her hands. It’s a brown paper package about the size of a flashlight. 24 Moses searches her face for a clue. The smile is still there but with… hey, is that a hint of defiance?
25 Trepidatious, Moses opens the package. It turns out to be…
26 “What the… cunt?!”
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
1 “Is this is your doing, Ze’ev? Don’t lie to me. I know your modus operandi!”
2 Zipporah throws a walnut on the table and slams it with the dildo. Bang! 3 The walnut spins out of control and takes off like a shot. It smacks against the wall beside poor Ze’ev. 4 He shrinks, taking a step back. Why is he always having to deal with this crazy family?
5 Not so long ago the weak-willed Moses was here paying for his weird order (muttering something about how a burning bush compelled him to do it), and now that same order is being brandished by his furious wifey. 6 Ze’ev is beginning to wish he’d never made the cursed thing.
7 “You love making pestles, don’t you? Be so kind as to make a mortar as well!”
8 Ze’ev doesn’t quite know how to react. What does she mean by this cryptic remark? 9 Is he ever safe with this mad woman around? It’s doubtful. 10 He nervously rubs one elbow, gesturing at the offending dildo with his free hand. His mouth is moving but no sound will come.
11 “Well, should I refresh your memory, or can you do it without me lifting my hem?”
12 Zipporah stands there, her arms akimbo, waiting for him to say or do something. Then it dawns on him. 13 She wants him to make a… 14 Oh. 15 My. 16 God. 17 When Zipporah sees the shocked look on Ze’ev’s face, she turns and leaves the workshop. She’s quite satisfied with the response.
18 I think that went very well.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2016
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