"Mom, where's Dad"
She would ask herself same if the betraying gaze could sustain the surge squashing the restless capillaries transferring weariness to every nooks of her consciousness.
That was the third time the innocent-but-curious cub would ask. At long intervals though. And like hell, she was done serving confetti of hope in a broken tray of smiles to her and her young brother. Where's Machli, that could escape her larynx in a scrunching shriek.
Idea would not suffer her a stance in its territory. She was spent in thoughts. She was done thinking. She believed that he wasn't in a good state. He'd gone one in a blue for a day and return with felon feasts of carcasses. Carcasses with fresh blood dripping like nectar from a saucy beehive.
"How's that possible? Did you just hunt this? You've been away for a day! And look! A fresh catch!"
He'd smiled it away. Women, always bathed in flimsy questions. He would drop the catch and make for the callous cave to bathe. She'd looked over her furs and smiled a relief of his return. But now, she was dying of heaving that sigh. Twas choking her consciousness.
He hadn't been away for two days. She remembered yelling at him at night, after his arrival from the a-day tour.
"You scared me to death! Why in the fuck name would you have done that? Reagan and Botha are barely two to three months respectively and you left Reagan to stalk me with the crave of your return. I don't know what kinda man do thus."
She remembered that the boiling point was beyond measure. But all her sweet husband did was pull her closer and send a romantic surge through her spine. He always knew how to quench the fiery anger fueled by thoughts.
Her head was full. Sundry thoughts contending to take a seat in her oblongata. She thought she was going to run mad. Twas at the verge. But she wouldn't. She couldn't. How would she afford it? What would become of Reagan and Botha?
The Joys Of Motherhood wouldn't be ripped. She'd gone for two catches. To stand in for the crave of the cubs. And the dusk was dragging by. Smithereens of clouds in locks, canvassing the irritation about to be puked by the disabled dusk.
She knew she wouldn't have the guts to reincarnate the same lie and present it in trimmed silhouette to the resentful cubs. She was done. She watched Botha hopped about and took a swig of excitement as he smiled at her. She was almost forced to spit:
But which mother does such. She had learnt for her mother-in-law to veil her worries from her cubs in the Calcutta of her smiles. But how long could she go on.
She would tear. She would die. She would abscond. No! She would stay. Machli must fight for survival. She knew he was a fighter. But probably had been met with a greater force.
She watched felon sleep save her from the bothers of her cubs as they succumbed to the gore of trance. She kept her heart opened as her eyes took a rest.
MACHLI Jumpy jaw like the fist of hay. His jaw extended such that it accommodated contractions of confetti. Jaws trained on mutton, Joey like the cwtch seeped in trivial orangeade. Lusty limbs like the cleft of a moaning rock spanked by saucy wind. Though not as thin as the cheetah's that could make the four meet at a lurch, thereby enhancing a gigantesque dive into the callous air, yet they foster havoc. Gritting teeth as edible as the sole of a sane sequoia. Combination of all these qualified him for being a breadwinner and overseer of the park that stretched to the death of the jungle tantamount to the lawn of hell. He was just twelve but wiser than the tosses of the nocturnal nature. He almost divorced his empress before the self-made coronation of his emperorship (if there's anything like that), but consequences gnawled at him. It happened when he accosted an Indian tiger on one of his a-day tours. But he
"I'm scared to death" His heart popped almost out of his chest. He wanted it. And now? Would he reject this and mock Lambz' effort? That would be a slap in the latter's face. The jolting jaw of the seemed to be taunted or felon tiger traced a repining surge through his capillaries, squashing his courage, cowardice dripping till an ocean drown his acumen. He sure should make a decision. He had no choice. He didn't, actually. And he needed it ASAP. Worn brain bracing bounty dread. "What do you say?" Lambz was becoming to be impatient. Patience was spent, bankruptcy gnawled at him as impatience drooled, lurching determinedly towards the lanky wildlifer. He needed to b
"Hey Dar, Over here" He wasn't sure if that was genuine, but keeping her isolated was the last thing on his mind. She joined them over the boxes of pizza. Their friend's birthday, Sea, was peeping from the rear of time as well as their last day in the high school. Confetti of pride contracted into her acumen as she emerged from the restroom adjacent to the large tree in the heart of Lillyville High School along the suburbs of Michigan, Detroit. The serious look melted into a thin smile fleshened by the goggle of her from-day-one-crush feasting on her professed covetures. "Hi." She felt very happy wielding the sassy smile. She watched him waved her to the seat close to his that he'd spared for her, but she took the one o
The intervaled fading of the felon florescent light tossed sundry ideas pride squashed. She didn't want to be negative. Not a day before her birthday. But everything around her proved negative. Her dad, though gotten all the needful for the celebration of her 18th, was fastened-to-hell sick. Her friends hadn't called nor showed up and twas evening. Not even Dreg. Probably, he was yet nursing a grudge against her. But she knew him very closely, he wouldn't have been ignoring her for the sake of attributions relative to crushes. She was convinced. But what was really wrong? She had gone to check her father in the hospital, and was just returning. She'd taken bites of the leftover pizza she ate halfway earlier that day. She washed its confetti lingering in the eerie esophagus with the bruised bottle of Pepsi. She tried resting on a side, but oddities kept gnawing at her peace. She wasn't a soothsayer. But s
"Cheer up, babes." There was no escape root for her. Her glottis had shrunk that severed syllables fought their damped way out of the punctured pharynx. A need of being their saviour arose as she stayed the oddities in the cleft of the taunted tongue. It was a great day. Her 18th birthday. Everyone was there. Everyone she'd ever interpreted the concept 'love' to. Or suiting to say, everyone she thought the concept 'love' suit. But her father wasn't. The gaunt smile of Dreg kept her in the hollow of reverberating thoughts. But wanky worries picked her out of the worn path - the longing for her father. She pretended to be fine. She had been pretending since the convocation of her friends. Her emotive hug hoisted her seductive pleasures when Dreg squeezed her into feeble particles, at arrival.
"Woohh. At last!" The sassy smirk broke into smithereens of sigh as his porous paws complemented the stimulus scaffold. He'd been starved of freedom since the day that man with the moving carriage worked his felony voluptuous voodoo on him. Ideas were tottering. He'd only bitten into that creature's face. He didn't yank it off. He had no business with her. Only two assignments gulped his acumen. He would go for that man, then his family. Ideas had been conceived, plans to bring them to delivery mocked the contracted acumen. The sassy smirk came alive once more. He was too smart for the rest of those creatures to had apprehended him . He'd dug sundry gores in the flesh of whoever came his way. He felt the breath of the fresh blood tickling his pulpy paws. If he could, he would have sho
News had been greeted by the tip of the hay. Hoisted hankering severed in sassy smithereens as worries gulped gaunt emotions. Both the local and national TV. stations had accosted the bewilderment seeped in nature. Taunted turmoil heaving haughty sigh in the hemisphere of the city. Felon fear tottered and possessed the sanity of reservation. The news of an evil tiger that had escaped the house of a bewitched real estate manager. Lanky lust peered, vying voluptuous verses tragedy hummed in the dark street, dripping and dribbling cramped cusses on tarred tongues of airy but worn acumen. " All the citizens are expected to stay indoor until further notice from the federal government". Quoted the blond broadcaster as a noise edged towards her from the re
"Woooh!" Yearning years coiled about the consciousness of the fostering forest as felon fear feigned fury as the acumen of the empress in pounding plight. She needed to be sure that she hadn't stirred her craving cubs. She ease her head as a restless yawn reeled around the lanky lips. The flimsy furs gave gaunt groan as her neck aided the sight. The haggard hay was contracting into a gourd of clouds as the indifferent sun strolled, paying hampered homages to the smothered stars receding, as complemented by the moaning moon. The sassy sun began to set as the severed sky shot a fiery gaze, kindled by scorching smirk the cremating clouds projected. Nocturnal Nature metamorphosed. A pulpy path was etched in t