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impossible to live in a subtropical climate and not be, the storms of the last few months had been angrier, almost aggressive in their intensity.
As had the storm of last night, for it had taken ages for the squalls tantrum to end. Finally, after it had played itself out, I'd at last begun to settle enough that I’d thought I might be able to get some much desired sleep.
However, the slow torture of a water drip had insinuated its way into my consciousness, sending me out of bed, and in frustrated pursuit of something to catch the drips as I'd screamed, “ really ?”
Now grumbling over the restless night, I crossed the hard wood floor and entered the bathroom, glancing in the mirror I stared dejectedly at the dark circles beneath my eyes.
Then grimacing at my image, I stuck my tongue out at my reflection and grabbed my hair-brush, jerking it through my hair, afterward pulling the strands into a ponytail, before quickly running a toothbrush across my teeth and then exiting the bathroom.
Snatching a pair of jean shorts from the top of the dresser, I made my way over to the closet, and as I slid into the shorts, I roughly removed a t-shirt from a hanger, leaving the contorted piece of metal swinging on the rod as I slipped the top over my head and arms. Shimmying the shirt the rest of the way down until it settled over the top of my shorts, I stretched a leg into the bottom of the closet, wiggling my foot around until I found what I sought.
Raking the tennis shoes towards me from the depths within, I stuffed my sock-less feet into the battered footwear, and turned without a backwards glance, as I headed out of the room.
Thirty minutes later, my purse practically turned inside out and after a thorough search of the living room and kitchen for my missing keys, I stood with my hands on my hips blowing out frustrated puffs of breath.
Then, a silvery glint from beneath the coffee table caught my attention, and making a disbelieving face, I made my way over to the table.
Dropping to my knees, I bent and peered beneath its girth, swearing loud and expressively when I saw the jumble of keys. Then, with the air still blue from the words that had slipped from my lips, I snatched the keys.
Jerking back to my feet, I sprinted across the room, grabbed my purse and practically ran out of the cottage, and as the door slammed shut behind me, I screamed, “you can have the damn place,” for the displacement of my keys meant something had been in the cottage, just as I'd thought after I’d returned from the club last night.
Fifteen seconds after climbing in the cab of my pickup, I tore down the drive, only easing off the gas when my teeth snapped together and the truck rattled out a groan of protest as its right tire fell into a pothole with a jarring thud, before bouncing back out onto the dirt packed path with another jarring snap of my teeth, and a coppery taste that immediately flared to life in my mouth from the small laceration where I'd bitten my tongue.
Testing the tender tip against the back of my teeth, I screwed up my face in an effort to still the multitude of unpleasantness that wanted to slip forth. However, I only partially succeeded as two that wouldn’t be denied, slipped from between my lips in a long heartfelt exclamation, then pulling my lips into a grim smile, I swore to myself that come hell or high water, I wasn't going to let anything else ruin the rest of my day.
I was able to keep that promise all the way through the store as I shopped for groceries, my cabinets and refrigerator clearly reflecting their neglect. I even made it through paying too much for the meager amount I'd picked up, but when I made it back to the pickup, all sorts of vile words broke loose when I spotted the flat tire on the rear of my truck!
The air around me was still smarting from the tongue-lashing it had received before I managed to rein in my
As had the storm of last night, for it had taken ages for the squalls tantrum to end. Finally, after it had played itself out, I'd at last begun to settle enough that I’d thought I might be able to get some much desired sleep.
However, the slow torture of a water drip had insinuated its way into my consciousness, sending me out of bed, and in frustrated pursuit of something to catch the drips as I'd screamed, “ really ?”
Now grumbling over the restless night, I crossed the hard wood floor and entered the bathroom, glancing in the mirror I stared dejectedly at the dark circles beneath my eyes.
Then grimacing at my image, I stuck my tongue out at my reflection and grabbed my hair-brush, jerking it through my hair, afterward pulling the strands into a ponytail, before quickly running a toothbrush across my teeth and then exiting the bathroom.
Snatching a pair of jean shorts from the top of the dresser, I made my way over to the closet, and as I slid into the shorts, I roughly removed a t-shirt from a hanger, leaving the contorted piece of metal swinging on the rod as I slipped the top over my head and arms. Shimmying the shirt the rest of the way down until it settled over the top of my shorts, I stretched a leg into the bottom of the closet, wiggling my foot around until I found what I sought.
Raking the tennis shoes towards me from the depths within, I stuffed my sock-less feet into the battered footwear, and turned without a backwards glance, as I headed out of the room.
Thirty minutes later, my purse practically turned inside out and after a thorough search of the living room and kitchen for my missing keys, I stood with my hands on my hips blowing out frustrated puffs of breath.
Then, a silvery glint from beneath the coffee table caught my attention, and making a disbelieving face, I made my way over to the table.
Dropping to my knees, I bent and peered beneath its girth, swearing loud and expressively when I saw the jumble of keys. Then, with the air still blue from the words that had slipped from my lips, I snatched the keys.
Jerking back to my feet, I sprinted across the room, grabbed my purse and practically ran out of the cottage, and as the door slammed shut behind me, I screamed, “you can have the damn place,” for the displacement of my keys meant something had been in the cottage, just as I'd thought after I’d returned from the club last night.
Fifteen seconds after climbing in the cab of my pickup, I tore down the drive, only easing off the gas when my teeth snapped together and the truck rattled out a groan of protest as its right tire fell into a pothole with a jarring thud, before bouncing back out onto the dirt packed path with another jarring snap of my teeth, and a coppery taste that immediately flared to life in my mouth from the small laceration where I'd bitten my tongue.
Testing the tender tip against the back of my teeth, I screwed up my face in an effort to still the multitude of unpleasantness that wanted to slip forth. However, I only partially succeeded as two that wouldn’t be denied, slipped from between my lips in a long heartfelt exclamation, then pulling my lips into a grim smile, I swore to myself that come hell or high water, I wasn't going to let anything else ruin the rest of my day.
I was able to keep that promise all the way through the store as I shopped for groceries, my cabinets and refrigerator clearly reflecting their neglect. I even made it through paying too much for the meager amount I'd picked up, but when I made it back to the pickup, all sorts of vile words broke loose when I spotted the flat tire on the rear of my truck!
The air around me was still smarting from the tongue-lashing it had received before I managed to rein in my