Neglect

Neglect by kmmoore

Red Horn Prison-
No! He didn't write about barbarians!

          p
          red
          i
          s
        horn
          n...

No!  Who paid for crossword puzzles these days?

His stomach growled.  The computer hummed.  Outside Rambo the chihuahua tried to eat the mail man.

Maybe a history piece on Bull Horn Run and Anderson Prison Camp in the Civil War... Did those events even happen in the same era?  Crap, why not throw in Moses and the Red Sea?  (Would that count if the Jews were just fleeing and not fighting like roman gladiators?)

Brain Cramp! One of the kids played their boombox-too loud...BOOM CHUCKA BOOM-BOOM, BOOM CHUCKA BOOM-BOOM...

Google search would help!

"Famine in Somolia-...the Horn of Africa..."

Darksiders.com-"...and the red crystals..."

"Jails in Montana- an inmate search...Big Horn...Red Lodge...Billings..."

"Prison-you a-holes!", he hissed.

"Supper's ready!", his wife called from the kitchen.

"Yes dear!", he yelled over BOOM CHUCKA BOOM-BOOM.

Several minutes later his wife walked into the den, wearing her ratty old housecoat he hated desperately-carrying two steaming plates of lasagna.

"Your majesty", she teased.

She pushed aside some papers, placed the huge plate straight under his nose.  His stomach mutinied-"GRRRRR-RRR-RRR"-the stereo kept rythm-BOOM CHUCKA BOOM-BOOM...

"Whatcha writin' ?"

"I'm supposed to come up with some freakin' stuff about the words prison, horn and red", he whined.

"Really?" she mused, chewing a fat forkful of lasagna.

"How about-", she put her plate down-locked the den door-licked her red mouth-let the robe fall away...

"Once there was an old horn dog, a bee-atch in a red whisp of nothing...What they were about to do to each other could've sent them to prison..."

He croaked at her tiny teddy, his hand slapped lasagna on the floor-BOOM CHUCKA BOOM-BOOM now came from his chest-!

"The ending?"

"Later!", she giggled.