My Short Story “Booze And Bobcats” Now On MasticadoresIndia

Anguish threw her vile smell around the house like a cat who sprays the coffee pot.  Strings of tension gave rise to erect hair follicles like they always did when something horrible was about to happen.  Mom and my little sister Rosa were nowhere to be found.

Dad’s car was parked in the back of the house, and he was passed out in his bedroom.  The only other possibility was a house Mom told us she cleaned for extra money.  I had briefly met Mr. and Mrs. Barnes, who lived four houses down from us, but I had never been there.  I knew I had to investigate as I worried about my little sister Rosa.

The Barnes’ house was open.  As I walked through the door, I called for Rosa and Mom, but it was quiet.  I felt something crawling up my legs and was mortified to see fleas.  I watched them leap from the grimy carpet onto my tanned skin.  They were biting me as they moved like a shadow up my legs to the bottom of my shorts.

Next, I wander on into the kitchen.  I noticed the dishes were piled all over the dining table, countertops, and the two sinks full of pots and pans—the odor had company.  There were ants, roaches, and old food stuck to them.  Flies were everywhere, and the fleas were still biting me.

My father, having retired from the military, would have never stepped foot in a house in this kind of condition.  I immediately wondered what Mom had been doing there as she obviously had not been cleaning.  The Barnes had quite a standing and respect in the community, so the condition of their house was shocking.

Calling for Mom, I moved cautiously to the only other open door, the primary bedroom.  Inside were obscene magazines about sadomasochism, and all around the unmade bed were objects I had never seen before: masks, whips, hooks, and disgusting attire.  I was naïve, but I felt dirty just walking into this room.  Even though I never heard a sound, I knew the only place left where they could be was the basement.

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44 thoughts on “My Short Story “Booze And Bobcats” Now On MasticadoresIndia

  1. “Just another weekend at the zoo”… Amazing how people learn to cope with parents who suffer with drug or alcohol addiction. Great, intense story Joni.

    1. Thank you so much Nigel. I read a book once where the Dr. Said she had a patient once that was sitting with her little sister watching tv. A naked man came through the Front door completely naked, and started yelling about her taking the soap. She got up and immediately went into the bathroom and got some soap, handed it to him, and then continue to watch the TV show. blessings to you my friend and thank you so much for reading me. Hugs and blessings to your family this weekend. 🦋

      1. I know right, it does sound a bit comedic. What the doctor was trying to say of course was that she was so used to the crazy being normal that she just did as she was told and never even bothered to tell anyone in the family until her doctor session. And I can certainly say that’s the way my life was growing up unfortunately, but it has made me the person I am today and I think that’s pretty special. Big hugs to Nigel and many blessings for your family.

    1. Thank you so much Allan for your kind comment and for reading. I am on my way to a doctors appointment (just an eye check) and so I will have to answer my other comments when I get back. Big hugs and you and your sweetie. Thanks again my friend. xoxo

    1. Thank you so much Tim. You are a blessing to me, I hope you know that. It is too crazy my husband said to not believe. Big hugs and love to you and your family. 🦋🤗❤️🌹

    1. Thank you KK for reading. It is hard to read this stuff and even harder to write. It also isn’t for everyone. If you had loving, parents and I sure hope you did, people struggle to understand. There are millions of women and men in the US that have lived life this crazy unfortunately. Please don’t feel like you need to read if it upsets you either. Blessings to you my kind friend. Hugs, Joni 🦋🤗❤️

      1. You’re right, it’s hard to read and write such stuff. That’s why I didn’t write much in my comment. I had read a similar story somewhere, and I really wondered. Anyway, love and blessings to you, Joni. Have a nice weekend 🎉🎉💖

      2. I completely understand. I wrote two books about my life through having my child. The main response was that the editor didn’t feel that they could understand or relate to the characters. My dad taught me how important your honor is – it is all you have, he use to say. This has gotten me in trouble before, some people don’t want to hear the truth. However I am grateful that he left such an impression about the importance of that. I believe that was his military life. Have a wonderful weekend and love and blessings too. 🥰

      3. So glad to know about your dad and his teachings. You’re fortunate that way. Stay blessed, always, Joni. 😊💖

    1. A healthy person would have never been either my wise friend. It is like you are programmed from an early age and after being beaten, emotionally beaten down, you live in survival mode. Thank you so much for reading dear friend, it was is a long story and for your honest comment. Sending great big hugs, Joni

    1. So cleaver dear Cassa. I have never heard that word used in that way but boy does it hit the spot. Thanks Cassa for your comment so much and for reading. Big hugs, Joni

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