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A Dirty Rat

A Dirty, Dirty Rat

Copyright © 2016 by Lena Jill Lorenzen

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Lena Jill Lorenzen

The next morning, when Aunt Donna and I both awoke, our whole room was still fully cloaked in that warm and ever loving sense of tranquility and stability after Leslie’s full on grace and somewhat blessing of her one final presence before her chosen life selection. Even with the rather troubling memory of my even more haunting past bearing down quite heavily on my mind in the form of dreams that entire night, I truly indeed had to say that had to be the one and only ever time in my life that I had and ever have been so happy and comfortable in my life to witness any living being now departed from their former body actually return briefly in the form of an apparition or what townsfolk of both yesteryear and today know a whole lot more commonly as “ghosts”. I grew up in a middle class family from Aussie, obviously, over on the people tree side of Columbia where I used to visit the Lakefront pretty often with my parents on weekends and loved to get down and boogey at the many concerts that take place there all during the summer and pre-fall months. On the way home from a Karate and boxing class I had taken that night, we unfortunately had been involved in a pretty bad hit and run; some dumb yank yacking off on their damn device instead of having eyes peeled for a traffic signal whilst making the turn onto Stevens Forest Road. Thank Aunt Sekhmet I came to with only a few scratches and such and all my bone structures still intact. Just deeply sad the same couldn’t at all be said for any of my parents present in the car at that current place in time. When the mud brown wolf who introduced herself as Leslie Thompson and her comrades; whom I soon came to know as Donna and company drove me to Howard County General, my heart sank deeply to find that my mom had been killed almost instantly from impact right on the scene and my father had unfortunately passed around noon that day somewhere during his flight to shock trauma. I also had an extreme disheartening hatred and disgust for police during and after that whole ordeal as well, as I had also heard through the grapevine from my then to be caretakers, Leslie and Jenni that the one idiot who caused it; very surprisingly to me, did in fact happen to be an off duty cop working for the HCPD. His blooming ass is currently and very unfortunately still out there on the streets of HoCo today, and ever since I was first incorporated into this great family around the tender Joey age of fifteen, I made it my full on duty to seek justice for all. I was most certainly going to make him pay, whatever the cost, and wherever the journey may take me.

Lena Jill Lorenzen

I was rudely stirred out of my second round of sleep again that day by the usual grumbling of my stomach, indicating that I had indeed apparently slept all the way through both brunch and lunch; followed by the usual vividly upbeat and ecstatic voice of my wolf aunt Emma as well, but only oddly with a little more oomph to her usual and more laid back brand of canine happiness. “Honey, come here real quick! You are seriously not at all gonna believe this!” I rose groggily to my feet and munched on a few leftover tea leaves or so to settle the emptiness gurgling on in my stomach before slipping my toes steadily into my sandals and making my way about as quick as a kanga possibly could down the cream carpeted staircase without breaking my neck. “What’s up, Auntie Emma?” I asked, with a slightly drowsed yawn as she gracefully handed me one of the granny smiths she’d been carrying and had now just gulped down; core and all from the right pocket of her little vest jacket. “Check this out.” She answered. “You are not at all going to believe who decided to pop in for a little visit today.” She slowly creaked open the door as the ever iconic and notable peep, peep, peep of the old alarm system notification and my face almost immediately lit up like an Xmas tree with the same amount of sheer joy and nostalgia at the equally rejuvenating and warm smiling muzzle of my sweet and plump fellow Kanga Jill cousin, Bridgette as she swooped me up like a Joey in her massive outstretched arms and squeezed me like Wendy in one of those huge, equally constricting type hugs. Bridgette was from all the way down south in Waldorf and currently worked there as a locomotive engineer for a small shortline company called the Maryland and New Carrollton that also indeed managed to take over and restore the old abandoned Norfolk and Atlantic spur and branch through Columbia, but only uses it periodically as a storage siding for tie downs and bad order rolling stock. She stepped serenely inside, dressed appropriately still in her usual orange colored personal jacket and safety vest with the railroad’s name and logo before undoing the laces of her boots at the shoe port by the door and following me into the living room for a brief seat on the sectional with mama Jenni after throwing off the rest of her gear. “So, what brings you here all of a sudden, Bridgy?” I asked, jovially propping her feet up for her in the recliner. “I could’ve sworn that at that time I sent in all those unresponsive applications to join up, it cleanly said you train crew roos work twelve hour shifts around the clock; even on class 3’s.” “Very true.” She observed. “I definitely see you’ve been studying a whole lot more about that passion of yours even though it’s seemed completely dormant even after all this time.” “Well, you know.” I responded. “I guess it’s just like the normal Americans over here always say, “Once you go train whack, you never go back”. Anyways you still didn’t answer my one specific question. Is there at all something else I probably should know? Maybe some sort of blocking on the Morgantown line perhaps?” Apparently her somewhat hesitant and uneasy expression filled beginning for a reply was abruptly cut off by the rambunctious sounding off of her stomach as she began to smile at me, sheepishly. “Let’s talk it over after a few snacks or so. How about a bucket of Popcorn or two at the movies, just like old times? I hear Spike E Lee got pretty crikey reviews with that new Ryker’s Island flick he just came out with.” “Sure. I’m in the mood for a little fresh air anyway. Maybe ma would likely think so too.” “Definitely.” Jenni answered, rising slowly to her feet from her lonely place on the couch to my left. “Holding your mud around here twenty four seven can sometimes feel hella creepier than an abandoned nursing home. Let me get my jacket and keys and let’s hit the road.”


A Dirty Rat

  • ISBN: 9781370691692
  • Author: Miss Joey
  • Published: 2016-08-13 00:05:22
  • Words: 1254
A Dirty Rat A Dirty Rat