The streets have big puddles. You came down the left/centre, on the far side from where my little rat terrier was pooping.

Suddenly, you veered right and soaked my beautiful baby pup, on a day where the temperature is below zero.

I don’t know if you heard or saw me as I flipped you off and called you a motherfucker, but don’t worry.

I’ve seen your car in the neighbourhood plenty of times, and I walk my dog every day.

We will find where you’re parked and when we do…

All I’m saying is sometimes those poop bags are pretty flimsy. Things happen.

Shrug.

Motherfucker.

Target: 1100 words
Written: 1101 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Lost City Of Z, David Grann
Comics: The Last Shadowhawk 1
Music: In Through The Out Door, Led Zeppelin