Room For Rent

The Daily Post

Last month’s editorial page lay rumpled on my floor. Its letters graying and damp-wrinkled, edges curling upward.

Broken shells that once held sunflower seeds piled in one corner and a plastic mirror with a silenced bell in the other. How that bell drove me crazy with its incessant, cheap-metal jingle!
In retrospect, it wasn’t really that bad.
Who would have thought I’d miss the annoying tickle-poke of tiny claws scratching up and down my wires, across and every which-way? But I do.
And the musty fragrance of pastel feathers, some of which are still stuck to me, fluffy reminders of the chirps and tweets that used to be —

when I was someone’s home.

SusanWritesPrecise

 

Author: The Abject Muse

Susan Marie Shuman is an author and freelance writer/editor who currently resides in the wilds of Birmingham, AL. She shares her life with four spoiled cats, several friends (not all of them imaginary) one husband and one step-son. When she's not working, Susan enjoys horseback riding, reading, taking her cats for a spin in their pet stroller, and taking naps. An ex-bartender, recovering crash test dummy and all-around late bloomer, Susan graduated from the University of South Alabama in 2004 with a BA in English. She minored in Russian. Long-range goals include visiting Israel, the Czech Republic and Liechtenstein. Susan is also planning to launch a micronation which would be called either Suzannistan or Eastern Suzanorovia.

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