Morticia Morgendorffer

  December 26, 2021 It’s my 26th birthday today. Not a lot of people at school know that because I don’t particularly like celebrating [my] birthdays. Only my best friend Lisa knows, and she’s on the other side of the globe, so this winter, it’s just me. As much as I hate celebrating my birthday, I do love to treat myself. I went to the nearest McDonalds and decided to order myself a vanilla cinnamon cappuccino along with my usual.  The queue kinda gave me the jitters, so I stood at my distance and drowned myself in my earphones. When my turn finally came and I took my earphones off, I realised how insanely noisy the place had gotten. As I turned to place my order, I heard something that totally shook my shit. “God, I can’t wait for my shift to be over. I hate working on Sundays. I hate everything.” It seemed like the cashier said it, only I never saw her mouth moving. I shit you not.  I gathered my thoughts and placed my order.  Then, it happened again. “Why is she dressed like a home

  I left work humming the Weeknd & Lana Del Rey’s ‘Prisoner’ today, a song I find absolutely calming and beautifully serene, not forgetting to mention how much I love to sing it. I’d barely moved a few metres when I saw a puppy lying in the middle of the road with two dogs just hanging out beside the puppy. On reaching closer, I realised the puppy was lying in a pool of blood and was dead for at least a few hours. The stench, although slight, was unmistakably lingering in the crisp winter air.  Psychology says that you feel sad when something makes you uncomfortable and you cannot eliminate it. You feel pity for the beggar on the road because they remind you of human misery and you give them money so they’ll leave you alone, not because you feel sorry for them.  I’m used to death. I think. But the dead puppy didn’t make me cry. It was the dogs sitting beside it. They were quiet, they were unresponsive, but they were there. It was as if one of them said to the other, “so this is wha