Simon's Stripes

Apparent normalcy of seeing Simon crouched on bathroom tiles, engrossed in energetic chewing, fails to filter my distress. From outer body standpoint, hovered below ceiling's heat lamp, I monitor the horror of my daughter's distraught face. Ginger fringed, four foot five island stands on tiles first splat tarnishes. Her scrunched hand shields centre of her face. Vibrant sauce slides between her fingers, rivulets lead from between knuckles. Confusion holds her captive. Velvet blond temples wince. Metallic stiff hand draws away from her altered face. Gaping space menaces a moustache of tomato soup. Escaping stalactites extend from her feather faint face. Rubbery bulb thousand times kissed bread crumb sprinkled nose tip Rudolphs its ridiculous absence. Coolest nochalance, Simon casts defiant dollar coin eyes at me. In typical satisfied snack imbibed style, athletic tongue traverses his tame feline ferocity. Miniature tiger teeth with clinician care cleaned, reminisce their red. Placidly pleased by his sudden dismounted diplomacy, primal Simon forgot it. Sun snoozing couch cushion visited by vengeful psychotic. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Gory story. Feeds my fiction addiction. 3rd June 2020