Present Tense or Past Imperfect?
by Dan Hollifield
Bob was feeling the Holiday spirit as he carefully navigated through
afternoon rush hour traffic on his way home from work on the Friday
before New Years. He knew his wife Eva would be enjoying his extra day
off from work on the upcoming three-day weekend.
He grinned to himself as he allowed the speeding hotheads to fly by
him in the interstate's fast lane. He'd made two quick stops on the way
home, one at the grocery store for the cage-free eggs that his wife
liked, plus a special treat of a bargain bag of the exact assorted
Christmas candies that Eva so loved and reminded her of her childhood
in Southern England. The other stop was to fill up at the gas station
so that they had fuel in the car for any spur of the moment jaunt out
shopping, which they both enjoyed on his few days off. He added one
final stop for a pair of bottles of bubbly for midnight on New Year's
Eve, and Bob was on the final stretch of his commute home.
Arriving home, he noticed that Eva had been baking bread. The scent
of fresh-backed loaves and muffins filled the house like a security
blanket clutched by a small child.
Bob and Eva kissed warmly, their passion even after a decade of
wedded bliss obvious to any who might happen to see. With a thankful
sigh, Bob settled into his favorite chair and relaxed as Eva related
the details of her day alone at home whilst awaiting his return from
work. Popping open an ice-cold can of beer, Bob relaxed even further,
knowing that Eva and he were free from any worries other than a quick
trip on Saturday for some cat food and munchies for themselves to last
the long weekend ahead.
After a while, Bob nodded off and dreamed pleasant dreams. All the
while, the blazing amber eyes of his feline overlord studied Bob's
sleeping form. Suddenly, the cat in question leapt in an almost
supernatural display of acrobatics from the kitchen table into Bob's
lap--some eight feet in distance, one from the other.
"WROOLLALLL!" The cat shouted.
"Hasus Christos!" Bob awoke with a start. "Diddles! What the hell are
you up to?" Bob added, anger large in his voice. "I was dancing with
Betty Paige at my High School Prom, and you have the nerve to wake me
up! That's it, I've had enough! Release the Kraken!"
Bob savagely pressed the hidden button on his TV remote that unleashed the ultimate end of the world.
"Stupid cat," he muttered, as if in apology...
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