Yesterday I tweeted a request for words, lines or names to use as inspiration for a piece of fiction, a poem or a micro-story. Tweets rained onto my TweetDeck… but only one related to mine ;) So, thanks to Gary Murning for playing!
Pernickety. British English, informal.
Worrying too much about small and unimportant things [= fussy]
(Longman dictionary of contemporary English)
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Sitting there,
staring at me.
Long crooked feet and arms,
stretching out like
he owns the place.
His hair is gray, a little,
mostly black.
Sitting there,
staring at me.
I could reach out and
make him go away,
disappear.
I’d have to touch him to do that, though.
And move.
It would attract attention.
Then everyone would see him:
Sitting there,
staring at me.
Maybe use the handbag?
Swing it casually,
hit him just hard enough so he
moves away.
No one would notice.
No. He might grab the handbag,
sit on it.
I will wait.
He might rub off my hem when I
get up and walk out of church with
the crowd.
Some other poor woman will
have to worry about him then.
Today, of all days.
At church, of all places.
Fluff.
Thorey Omars 
Interesting inspiration from the word persnickety, I liked the imagery of the story. In my mind it seemed like somebody who wanted to shoo away a Pigeon or a rat or something.
Hi Justin, thanks for commenting :)
Yeah, I was going for something like that. My heroine was supposed to be blowing her fluff-problem out of proportions ;)