Dungbeetle thoughts

She had been sitting at the cafe all afternoon, squinting into a laptop, which was hard to work on because of the reflection of the harsh midday sun.

She was finding it hard to concentrate as she thought she saw her least favourite nemesis pass by - twice.

It must have been all the heat and caffeine causing this paranoia. There was no way that bitch would be at THIS cafe, she tought.

That woman could invade every waking moment of her past life but there was no way she would let that idiotic, simpering little hussy take over her sacred cafe space. Plus, the idiot probably didn't know the difference between a latte and a frapp. Horrible statement to make. But in her head, it was justified.

That most of the past couple years were invaded by inconsistent thoughts of self doubt, self loathing, and decreased self esteem because of this insipid piece of humanity made her head ache even more. How could she have been so stupid?

The resident cat had found something interesting by the hedges. It was a dead (or dying) mouse. Miaow promptly decided it was worth some private play time with, and dragged it into the safety of the hedges.

How apt she thought, a dead mouse to go with your reverie.

It bothered her that every ordinary girl with a short, shapeless haircut and regular conformist features now all seemed to morph into her imagined foe.

Was she subconsciously trying to find the bitch to finally get it over with and get rid of her irrational fear of meeting her face to face? Or did she just enjoy torturing herself with the image of the girl she had figuratively lost to, a girl she had perceived to be less than her in every way imaginable?

The cat had re-emerged and had dragged out with it the remains of the dead mouse it had earlier found. It was now gnawing away at whatever bits were left of the rodent.

John Lennon was singing in the background and the sun had decided to give it a rest. The cafe had filled with the usual cast of students, yuppies, businessmen and ladies who lunched. She had to get out of here soon.

Screw the past she thought. It isn't your concern how her miserable little life goes. If that rodent was anything to go by, the past was on its way to getting fucked while you still had a future of unlimited possibilites and the creativity to indulge in more interesting pursuits.