Blahsphemy

The wold was coming to an end. But unlike a hollywood movie there was a no soundtrack. No hero was racing to the superheated core to prevent it from erupting. Everywhere there was ash and magma. Nothing moved. Nothing lived. Nothing breathed. It was the end and nothing else. 

She could make out that her cat was in heat. If she let it have her way, there will be another set of mouths to feed. Already she had five. She couldn't imagine another five or six. To prevent that she will have to get the vet. But the vet was more expensive than feeding another six cats. What was she going to do now? Let the cats have their way or pay the vet? That's when she remembered that her neighbor's cat was a carbon copy of her cat in heat. Maybe, she could swap the cats. She was pretty sure that the neighbor wouldn't even notice. So she waited for a chance to get hold of the cat. Little did she know that the neighbor had already swapped his cat with hers.

You don't know. You are just stating stuff just for the heck of it. You don't see what I am going through. You are an idiot. You don't do anything about it. You just sit there and stare. You don't move a finger. You just don't seem to get it. You don't listen half the time. You look as if you are seeing it for the first time. You keep forgetting that I am in this shit with you. You don't respect others. You are always late. You are always the last to know. You are dodging work. You are not responsible. You don't love me. You don't have time for me. You don't take care of us. You don't comb your hair. You don't smile. You just don't seem to get enough of it. You don't own up. You are a lazy bum. You never do anything right. You are always broke. You stink. You drink like a fish. You flirt shamelessly. You don't think. You... 

it has been thirty days since you did something about it, he thought. Twenty five, not thirty days the calendar corrected him. He had this wonderful knack of procrastinating. So much so that he can be called a true champion in that sport. Deep inside he knew that he could beat anyone when it comes to keeping things for later. Sadly, the clock on his wall never thought so. Never had it paused once to look at him lounging on his chair staring at the wall. It had always been busy eating up the seconds a solitary tick and a tock at at a time. He stood up, yawned and looked out of the window. The shadows were longer than they were in the morning. A slight breeze was upsetting the fallen leaves on a cobbled path. The story was not going anywhere, just like him. That's when she stepped in, a wry little runaway from a nearby mental asylum. She was high on dope and he was a low on hope. She burst into his life through the front door. He didn't know what to make out of her. She didn'...