The first thought that occurred to me this morning, the moment I got out of bed, was, "You better know where you're going, or you'll end up somewhere you don't want to be."
After a quick hydrating drink of (standard) lime juice, I went straight back to bed.
Let me begin by elaborating on the title. Over the past few weeks, I've read stories about slimy monsters, larger than life (talking) frogs and plastic elephants that could fly. It got me thinking about a short story along the same lines. I could write about Fred, the tiny mouse who took shelter in my kitchen for about a week. The sanitary cleanness got to him and he left. He was actually cute - not enough shock value.
So, I was going to write about a lizard. A big, talking lizard. The king of lizards. Then I got side tracked and the story never materialized. Earlier today, I met a friend for coffee and he told me this weird dream he had about an encounter with a human-size lizard with sharp teeth. Apparently the lizard was after his life, so he had to fight back. He bit into the lizard's scaly skin bit by bit and finally bit his head off.
Grossed out yet? That's my story for today. Watch your step in the kitchen and avoid drinking two coffees, a red bull, masala chai and rum with coke - all in the space of four hours, like my dear friend. Should keep the lizard king away.
