“One of these days…POW!!! Right in the kisser!”


“Celeste, I thought ya was goin’ make me lunch?” Celeste’s father yelled out to her while she shoveled snow out of the driveway. Each scoop she shoveled with her tool, she blasted out curse words of hate and revenge.  She didn’t see nor heard her father’s question as she kept on doing her task.  “Celeste darlin’ come inside we can do this together later.” Celeste snapped out of her anger long enough to look at her father who decided to go out in the snow without a jacket. “Go inside papa, I am almost finished here.” Celeste continued on shoveling the snow as her father heard the ugly foul words escape his daughters lips. He was about to coo encouraging words for her to return to the shelter of the warm home, when he heard Doris yell out for him to get out of the storm.  He decides against the urge to coax his daughter, and returns to the safety of his home letting his stubborn daughter complete her chores. Celeste looks up long enough to see her retreating fathers backside, and Doris hideous grin. 

The cowgirl finally began to lose her cookies with all the hardship she has endured, she begins to shovel the snow like there was no tomorrow.  She didn’t realize her tears of sorrow fell upon her icy cold face, she digs into the snow with avenges and moves the white stuff out of the driveway calling out for her mother and Ghost.  She missed her white horse Ghost, and mother especially on days like today. Memories of snowy days brought on the unison of mother and daughter baking together while filling their home with love, respect, and the yummy scent of desserts.  Or spending time in a barn with Ghost talking her life wishes to the horse while it snowed. To her she has done everything she knows to ensure to keep her nose clean, but for some reason it always back fired in her face. Sad how it took Doris to be the one to pull the trigger to the loaded gun on this snowy day.  Her father stood staring at his daughter on the porch while the blowing snow carried her words away from listening ears.  He was beginning to phantom what irked the spitfire, when Doris touched his arm and said.  “Let her be, she has been a witch today.  The work will do her good to get the nastiness out of her.”  Celeste’s father nodded in agreement and went inside with his mistress to get a bite to eat.  Neither one of them heard Celeste scream out when they shut the door, “One of these days…POW!!!  Right in the kisser!”


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