Well, I only took one Psych class at a city college. I couldn't think of a bird that small. I really don't know where the tapeworm idea came from....perhaps my subconscious?:D

Then why would her subconscious want to squelch the very impulse that forced him to ask her out? Does she not want to date him?

Yowsa, and youch. This quote is just a buried seed of the pain wrenched into the soul of this story. And at the same time, I enjoyed the playfulness of it, too. Some excellent work, C, and I commend you for it.

I'm glad to see you on the inspiration thread. I think it's time for you, and me, and everyone contributing, to take our subconsciouses and our familiars and get them working for us instead of the other way around. Heil creativity!

Brilliant psychomachia! A powerful story! I'm so glad you've stretched your writing muscles... it was a joy to read.

And it's just as well that I can't seem to give you any mojo right now.

I love your story. We all have our crows and cats. Cool stuff!
:)

Aww - Charlies' just a cat - with stories to tell. They say they have nine lives, perhaps this is just one of them ;)

Thanks everyone for your comments, they made my day

His lips kissed his coffee cup as he wished he were somewhere else. He dove his hand into a pile of letters on his desk and one envelope dug its corner between a nail and a tender cuticle on his finger. Brick red welled up making his nail look polished.
"Fu cking sh!t." He said sticking his finger into his mouth. "I guess I should read you first."
He slit the top of the envelope open with flick of wrist and gold letter opener. He pulled a card out. It was a Wallmark Expressions Card. 'How intimately trite.' He thought.
The cover was white with the etching of a red bird rising from a grouping of ashes at the base of the card. Inside it read, 'Rise up.'
'Can I puke now?' He thought.
Handwritten in the inside of card was:
"While I love what your homeless shelter does, I am quite sick of all of your mailings. I am 80 years old. I do what I can to get by. Here's a five dollar bill. Roll it up and stick it up your a$s."
He laughed tears out of his eyes as he read it over and over. After he wiped salty happiness from his cheeks, he gazed down at the signature on the card. The name was his own. The card was dated May 23, 2051. The year he would be 80. He looked at the five dollar bill and the face that looked back at him wasn't Abe Lincoln's. He couldn't believe his eyes. The face was of Colonel Sanders. Next to his face it read 'In Taste We Trust'.
'Oh my God.' He said.
He read the card again. 'Rise up.'

How much did KFC pay you? ;)

lol! :D
Okay, lots of times I'll put "lol" but it doesn't necessarily mean I laughed out loud but that it's worthy of an out loud laugh. This CP post made me lol for reals.
:D

Aww, thanks.

Seriously though, I'm interested - "Wallmark", yet "Colonel Sanders". In light of what you've said in the movie thread, what made you decide to go not-exact-brand on one but exact on the other?

It's funny, now that I think about it, I don't think I mention brands often in my stuff, but I don't do fake brands either...