I am traveling this week, attending the 2015 Grant Professionals Conference #gpaconf15 in St. Louis, MO. Thus, this blog is a couple of days late and will basically be another flash fiction piece. This one was developed using four prompt phrases that I strung together to tell an odd little story.
They're detaining my mother in customs, again. I'd go down there and give them a piece of my mind, but the zipper on my furry suit is stuck. I knew I should have opted for the Velcro closure, but I hate the ripping sound that stuff makes when you pull it apart. Ugh. It's worse than fingernails on a chalkboard. My teeth hurt just thinking about it.
I'd ask for help, but the divas have locked themselves in my bathroom and refuse to come out. They've made it clear they won't be reemerging any time soon, not while the Merry Pinkers are running around tossing paint balls and sparkles everywhere. Not that I blame them. I doubt I'll ever get all this glitter out of my fur.
I nearly had the Pinkers under control, but I ran out of duct tape and the clothesline knots aren't holding. Damn plastic stuff. Nylon rope would have been better, but you take what you can get in the middle of the night. Besides, they probably would have managed to work their shears loose sooner or later.
Sometimes I wish I'd chosen another profession, but a calling is a calling. I suppose in the end that the glitter doesn't matter, it's likely I'll have to burn the suit when I'm done, anyway. Too bad, though. I really liked this one, especially the faux leather tail.