Weredog Blues

A Thursday Prompt for October 25, 2030
By SiriusDF

Prompt word: singular

Art link from DanieOoze of Furaffinity
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Maybe I did, maybe I didn't set the alarm clock for 6am.

It's 5:55am, I'm awake and curled up upon the bed sheets. Jump out onto the floor and stretch. Stretch...streeetch. Mind still foggy. But that only lasts a short time.

The day timeshift begins.

I managed to find my sweat pants, the kind I started to wear when I turned fifty. Seems like a lifetime ago before The Stars Aligned and New Management stepped in.

This time I remembered to put my pants on backwards over my colored hips. Tuck that thang through the slit and fetch the bathrobe draped over a torn chair. A Walmart special, size 5xl. Where I got it I can't recall, but it feels comfy even if the vastly over-sized robe drags a bit along the floor.

Off to the kitchen, taking comfort in finding the night light is on. The neighborhood still has power. Courtesy of those 'higher ups'. Morning delight in discovering an unopened bag of coffee. Pumpkin spiced. But these days one can't be too picky in tastes.

Coffee begins brewing, smells re-triggering the mind and last night's memories when I notice my curiously bloated lower belly.

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Blame it all on the Singularity, which came in various singular forms; from abnormal storms and hurricanes ravaging parts of the world, stripping many places into Third world status as in no more infrastructure to various weird viruses stalking the First World. The kind that don't kill you at first...but undead behavior or lurching about comes next. Along with Social media fed panics and hawkers selling 'cure alls'.

Then, came singular intervention from Beyond, which calmed some parts of the world down.

At the local library within an annex of angled brick and block glass, the City held a meeting attended by our Neighborhood watch committee and interested residents. Sponsored by the intervention; New Management. Funny looking folks who smiled with scary looking teeth, like real estate sharks, while making speeches of sacrifices, bound and binding of souls along with 'Time Shares' for neighborhood security and reconnaissance.

Time Share? Oh damn, is Florida, despite a fifth of the state under high tide these days, still selling crumbling concrete condos?

Questionnaires were placed in front of us and while many eagerly, as instructed, wrote in the blanks and initialed each sheet, I refused to do so. It's a common tactic used by Real Estate sellers and Car Dealers. Never put your initials on a sheet of paper, it could be construed as binding to a crappy sales contract to a shitty car or concrete ghetto room in vacation land.

My refusal sparked interest from a particular trio. They took seats in front of the table before me, sitting so close together, I swore they shared the same chair. With puppy like eyes and cheerful expressions at odds with very sharp teeth, they asked a few innocuous questions.

Was I athletic in my youth? I liked bicycling and hiking along with marathon runs.

Favorite animal? Nothing currently, but as child, I adored the adopted dog belonging to my sister. A very laid back and large doberman dog called Dannyboy.

Evenings or Day? Laconic response; I used to work evenings when I was an IT person at the turn-of-the-century.

While I answered, the individual on my right took my hand into hers, a claw like fingernail cut into my finger. A few drops of blood spilled onto the pad like palm of the center person.

They seemed pleased while a napkin was proffered to stop the cut. The person on the left, leaned forward and said, "You got a deal. We take very good care of our collection."

The center person said. "It is very much like a timeshare. We'll take the 'evening shift' and leave the day to you. Stay hydrated and keep to basic grooming needs."

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Coffee has brewed. Poured out a cup. Holding a cup steaming delectable odors, I strode across the reading room with dusty books askewed.

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/54183716/

Overly long fingers twisting the front door latch and opening it. At the stoop, sipping coffee, stood a brown and tan furred doberman headed dude in over-sized bathroom and tail sticking out of backwards worn sweat pants. Pewter silver eyes with no pupils gazing up at a blood red sky. A burnt shell of an SUV in the driveway, nearby brick bungalow style houses from the late 1940's curiously well kept. Another glance at the ruined automobile. I had learned the hard way not to stare too intently at objects, less my eyes burn holes in it and set it afire like my former car.

A side effect of signing the 'Timeshare contract'.

Kerberos Services Inc ensure we stay healthy by keeping some animal aspects of the night during the day. For me, an anthropomorphic furred doberman who resembled Dannyboy. While at night, I am 'loaned out' to become a dreadfully huge, canid entity keeping the riff-raff at bay; be they zombie shufflers, vampires or idiot normals cosplaying war lords.

Ah, that's where that pumpkin spice coffee bag came from! Last evening events came forth with clarity. A 'bidness' opportunist and his armed posse using a local self storage lot to hoard coffee, preserved food stuffs, paper towels and toilet paper to stiff the desperate. Be it mounds of money, kids or women. Hoarder and wanna be soldiers properly disposed of.

My rumbling lower gut signaled it was time to eject. Damn those who were raised on diets of transfats and junk food! I turned around, running to the bathroom, thankful I snagged a roll of toilet paper from the storage unit last night!