justina forever

putting one foot in front of the other since i could walk

Category: writing

  • Chicken Poop for the Mole: “Trom and Breeky”

    Dearest readers, Here is the third and final chapter of my Chicken Poop for the Mole anthology. I hope you are not too put off by how much it differs from the previous instalments. Sincerely, Justina Trom and Breeky Tuesday, March 24, 2046 0910 Breeky meets Trom in the supply closet and they exchange a series of…

  • I met a cat one scorching day beneath a leafy tree. I offered her a glass of milk but she just mewed at me. “Drink up, my friend. It’s very hot! The sun is killing you!” I splashed a bit of milk at her to see what she would do. Her fur was shining, slick…

  • A promise from a kitten is a promise always kept. Impossible! That can’t be so! But listen, how I wept!: A street cat one day promised me a mouth so clean and bright. No cavities! No tooth decay! And not a stain in sight! “Throw out your toothbrush!” he exclaimed. So throw it out I…

  • A kitten came down from the sky, from Heaven up above. It fluttered slowly, slowly down and fell into my glove. Its fur was white, its mews so soft, an angel in my grasp. I tickled it beneath the chin but soon I had to gasp… for as I looked I came to see I’d…

  • The other day I met a cat / whose fur was pink and tan. / I knelt to pat it, and it said: / “I thought you were a man!”