High One Oclock  he thought it was High Noon   but why couldnt it be High One OclockWhy should Noon alone have High

High One Oclock it was Suggitt

he walked into the kitchen over to the coffeemaker on the Formica countertop and saw that he dripped onto it when he poured his last cup

collectively the drips made him smile  he dripped a clowny face  four drops BIG eyes BIG nose and a HUGE openmouth smile it humoured him
                         he couldnt have drawn a better face if he tried

Uhoh Ohshit its attitude changed  
                                    its eyes averted now they were looking directly at him squinting a bit like trying to focus the mouth closedgrew pensive

its expression changed from humoured to disconcerted

Whadafuck Awright Clowny  Whassup  Whaswid da puss

it scowled at him

he really didnt think itd respond to him  asif it heard him

it looked like it wanted to spit
                                he didnt think spitting would be outside its constitution or realm the dripped coffee apparently hadnt dried up
he stepped back

its eyes droppedangled it watched him

the mouth began to move  he heard a mumble a mumbling he couldnt make it outhe wasnt sure he wanted to make it out it hissed  clowns aint suppose to hiss
                                              the mumbling began to grow louder its enunciation improving he didnt wanna hear what it had to say it was grimacing and nothing good could come out of the mouth of a grimacing clown

Sorry booby Ive dabbled more than I can say and ya picked a bad time to communicate particularly wearing the face of a clown Youll have to pick up your game and get back to me

he stepped forwardleaned over its outraged face looking nothing like a clowns now  a demon and snatched a paper towel from its holder 

Bastard! it shrieked loud and clear
                                      he gagged itwiped its face from the Formica he could feel its breath suck up under his hand he balled the towel the face was gone from the counter another breath taken an unintelligible shoutcommand

he held the balled paper towel before his face Shaddup Should have stayed happy contented Not become malicious 

Well see each other againno doubt 

                                     Im looking forward to it
Next time keep a civil tongue

Buhbye
         he flipped the aluminum garbage container lid and ditched the paper towel all net 

he heard a muffled sound though weaker
                                             he figured as the moisture dissipated was absorbed  the voice would stop
taking no chances
                    he reopened the can and grabbed the brown paper bagcrumpling its gaping mouth as he did

he took it outside opened the concrete incinerator best thing about this old house he rented  he tossed the bag inside it flipped his metal Zippo lighter Adios muymuy chachu he could imagine his daughters grimacing That means nothing, Dad not that he cared  meaning nothing might have been the best sendoff he could have muttered

he lit it on fire 
          

High One Oclock,  Sunday,  12  4. 20

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