die Vorstellung: A story about love (not a love story)

by C.N. Shannon

For some reason, I had let Harriet convince me to come out to this God-awful corner of the Earth to spend the holiday with her family. If I was being too vague, allow me to clarify the situation: they did not like me. Far as I was concerned the feeling was mutual. What a collective waste of nucleotides. I literally, literally-literally, as in I'm-using-the-word-'literally'-correctly-literally have no idea how someone of such intellect and grace could have come from this house. It's mathematically improbable, certainly. I don't even-- Don't even get me started on the condescension. If anyone should be condescending it should be me. If only I wasn't leashed, and these were just some simpletons that had crossed me on the street. I could pick them apart mentally like a child torturing a fly for their impudence! My rage was white hot and longed for me to put it to service in the name of justice. If I could only slip these bonds then I could quench this desire for vengeance