This piece was written for the Six Sentence Challenge, with the prompt word of ‘redemption’.
Being a card-carrying Member of the Geriatric Obstreperous Devils Motorcycle Club (aka the GOD Squad), there are many things for which I will not be seeking redemption any time soon, yea even though my deathbed moves a little closer with each passing day and the Grim Reaper is standing by to turn back the covers and send me on Eternity Leave.
I won’t be apologising to my grandchildren for taking every opportunity to hide their electronic devices, phones, chargers etc (under the green vegetables in the crisper works well) or for replacing my couches with beds of nails.
I will not be seeking the forgiveness of supermarkets and their entitled millennial customers for supergluing the self-serve checkouts and chatting amiably with my checkout person about the books I am reading currently and exchanging recipes for pea and ham soup.
Perish the thought of abasing myself towards those spawn-of-Satan politicians who seek my vote, despite the fact that every one of their previous promises has evaporated like a fart in the wind.
As for those neighbours who complain that I am ruining the streetscape by digging up the front lawn and planting vegetables, they can kiss my artichokes.
Yea, verily I say unto you that I will continue to make full use of my poetic licence and drive on any damn side of the road to writing Hell that I choose.