Paws For Thought
Posted on May 19, 2013 4:06 pm under Microfiction
Tags: fiction, flash fiction, meme, Story, Succinctly Yours | 2 Comments
This isn’t a litter box? (24)
Green eyes? Definitely.
Green thumb? Not really. (48)
Where had Tom gone this time?
That gadabout should be home mowing the lawn. (74)
Mother’s Day Agendas
Posted on May 12, 2013 9:09 pm under Microfiction
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Dad’s Agenda
Help kids make breakfast, watch them play, have dinner at his Mom’s house. He’s no chauvinist!(138)
Mom’s Agenda
Clean kitchen, retrieve naked kids from front lawn, apologize to neighbors and help his mother cook a big meal. Liberation? What’s that? (138)
Paul and Polly
Posted on May 6, 2013 11:11 am under Microfiction
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Paul couldn’t believe his eyes. So much junk coalesced into one tiny space, but not a single cracker. (103)
Polly wanted the cigars. Smoke? No way. These premium cigars were made from chocolate. She wasn’t sure why kids called them Tootsie Rolls.
(138)
He felt very clever as he hid behind a pinwheel to catch the thieving parrots. Not so clever, when a breeze spun it into his eye. (130)
I’ve heard the phrase, but I never really heard a parrot say it. Until now.
Car-tesian Intersection
Posted on April 28, 2013 12:01 am under Microfiction
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Squash that Bug! (16)
“Your tires need air. Your oil is low. Get a wash.”
He should tell Red to get off his back, but he was too yellow. (116)
Red always vied for top place. (30)
The Baker
Posted on April 22, 2013 3:37 pm under Microfiction
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I know times are tough, but I suspect you’ve got stolen dough in your backpack. I hope you’ll rise to the occasion and confess your crime. (139)
I sent you to the store, so why are you staring at the water? Did you get everything that I knead? (99)
You fed the entire batch of bread to the ducks? I’m gonna punch you down, girl. (80)
No, I don’t think your brain is filled with sawdust. The last time the doctor used his Welch Allyn otoscope, he could only see flour. (134)



