“Don’t Run Over The Pedestrian”
By Athena Stairs, November 8, 2025
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“Don’t Run Over The Pedestrian”
By Athena Stairs, November 8, 2025
… (LOL) …
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(Please contact me for permissions)
“Without glasses.”
Takes a pause to catch breath and settle stomach…
“I’m full of cheese.”
(Three slices gobbled)
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(Content of multiple meanings)
“Making it to the brief haven of a larger handicap bathroom stall, I stop abruptly, trying to figure out why I cannot see/recognize/identify the toilet paper rolls.
It’s because the dispenser has been removed since the other day!!!”
“I must rest amid transitions to allow my pieces to catch up, rest, and reorient.
Translation: I am ever late to any destination.”
“I tried powdered gelatin in watered coffee, yesterday.
Can’t say that I liked it, but I got it down.
So this morning, I thought that adding it to hot tea could melt and assist it in dissipated distribution.
And at first, it seemed tasty,..
But then as I stirred and went to pull my tea bag out of the way, there was this extra, large clumpy lump.
So curious, I chewed on it.
No.
Nonononononononono.
It tasted like a hoof and bits stuck to my lips!”
“Why do I want a fresh-baked, plain yet crispy-edged, hint-of-buttery warm donut?”
“‘It’s a new, bruise on Monday…'”
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(Reference to Duran Duran’s “New Moon On Monday”)
“I do not know why I keep thinking that there’s a chance that I can get my food and get out the door without any animal complications!”
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(This mornimg’s present, two piles of dog sh**)
“Buttons are coming loose from threads over-wearing.”
Sour towels.
“A bright yellow meat bee swiggled in through my open back behind the driver seat car door – and then I had to let him out on the passenger side front door, where he was waiting patiently pondering at the mystery of the window.”
“Your timer’s tickin’ – be sure to freak out!”
Feck!
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(Pneumococcal pneumonia ad, ” If you’re over fifty…!)
“OMG – NOOOO!
Exactly that which activates my brain injury!”
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(Trying to access lyrics – and bailing!)
He hugged her, complimenting her on the smell of her jacket’s perfume.
“It’s not mine,” she laughingly confided. “I hugged a dear friend of mine earlier – that’s her favorite smell.”
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(In dreams)
Remains
To be
Seen
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(Content of multiple meanings)
She fantasized about him carrying her to bed – both romantically, and of necessity.
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(Hip twisting extreme sudden pain, again.)