Vengeance

Imagine, I was so exasperated with the way things had turned out that I literally dreamt of it.

So yeah, mister, if you ever read this, just know that the reason why things aren’t exactly turning out in your direction is because I’ve been praying and praying for my angry soul to be soothed and calmed.

Obvious enough?

I dreamt that when I heard that the real estate agent handling the old house had organized and called for an open house, I saw my chance and went over with a motive in mind. I had nothing to lose; the woman didn’t know of my existence.

I had gone there at night – to be on the safe side because most of the neighbors know me by sight. A lot of interested prospects had turned up and browsed through the house, checking for defects and such.

With nobody in the kitchen, I yanked open the second drawer and threw all of my - it’s mine – kitchen utensils inside the tote bag that I had carried with me. Shooting oblique glances here and there, I pushed it close and resumed the part of just another interested client. >=D