Prickly Granny by Tatiana Pahlen

Prickly Granny
By Tatiana Pahlen

"I feel sorry for them," she wrinkles her nose at a passing couple.
"Why?"
"Look!" Her flabby arm flaps ardently towards her prey.
"Don't you see it?" A touch of disdain appears in her faded lips.
"I see they're happy."
"It's abnormal!"
"Why?"
"They are the same sex," she smirks at me
like chatting to a dumb blonde.
I blink with my extended eyelashes.
"What's wrong with that?"
"It's a disease." She hisses into my ear bringing a gasp of wind from
her old, moldy mouth.
"Incurable!"
"Why? They are not crippled,"
"It's so wrong! Don't you agree?"
"No! They are happy!"
"They are gay!"
"They are gay and they are happy!"
"I feel sorry for them," she says.
"I feel sorry for you!"
"Me?"
"You!"
"What's wrong with me?"
"It's abnormal!"
"What?"
"Your disease!"
"Mine?"
"It's incurable!"
"I am not sick!"
"No! You're crippled!"
"But I am not gay!"
"Too bad; it might improve your bad breath!"