Today

Yesterday, it was all business.

Tomorrow, it will be all business again.

Today, however, she puts her feet up, drinks her milk, watches telenovelas, and reads the same paperback she’s had for the last eight years. She smokes cigarettes down to the filter, and she eats leftover Chinese.

Today, the cat is allowed to sleep in the bed with her.

Today, she puts on mascara, and then washes it off, laughing.

Today, she orders a second cinnamon bun, and leaves it in the hands of the angel that stands guard at the headstone.

Today, she leaves her boots untied.

Yesterday, it was all business.

Tomorrow, it will be all business again.

Today, she doesn’t touch the gun; she never touches the gun on her day off.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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  1. I like this piece. Why does she have a gun?

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