Poor Little Imp...

Poor Little Imp...

So, I went into the bathroom and could smell that fucking spray.  That god damned mother fucking spray.  I watched the fucking little thing where the imp was, and I could swear I heard very quiet whimpering.

"Yeah, and?" Judas, the bag of chips, prompted.

So, I said, "Hello?"  The whimpering stopped and the bathroom was silent.  I pissed and was washing my hands when I could swear I heard the slight sobbing. 

I went back to the bathroom before my shift was over, and I saw the imp sitting on the little machine.  He saw me and shrugged.  "It don't matter no more," he said.  "I've lost all the others, and I'm fucking trapped in this bathroom."

I asked why he doesn't leave, and he just said that he doesn't want to be seen.  But he was losing his interest in caring.

"I can sneak you out in my cd case," I offered. 

So now, he's sitting here in the living room and waiting for spring.  I promised to take him to a park to find his friends when it got warm again.

"You brought a fucking imp to your house..." Judas, the bag of chips said.  "You are such a fuck."  He shrugged and walked away.

Uh... huh?  Never mind.

fuck