Image by Prawny from Pixabay Bobo the Clown was very sad because his pet opossum, Huckabee, was sick. Huckabee refused to eat, and for a possum food is their world, so Bobo was worried. The circus was in Palm Beach for a week, then the troupe was shutting down for vacation. Bobo had plans to…
Category: fiction
Topping the Charts
image link Johnny was serving his time in the military with honor. He’d left Jeannie, his sweetheart, back home. The two exchanged frequent letters that were filled with the plans they had for marriage, home, children, career when Johnny came home. Two years into his three-year commitment, Johnny received a letter that started, “Dear John,”…
Wait
image link From the attic, the young girl watched the elderly German couple tend their garden. She awakened each morning to the sound of the sprinklers spraying the plants. Over the weeks she watched the watermelons grow from egg-sized to plate-sized to ever-larger. The old man pulled weeds in the mornings and the old woman…
#FF — A Final Bow
PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz Hernando the Magnificent died on Wednesday, June 6, 1974 at age of 70. Hernando’s passion for magic and illusion began when he saw a live Harry Houdini show in 1926. Hernando traveled the east coast for 40 years and was President of the Magicians and Illusionists International Guild for the…
Amos Moses
Mrs. Sweet had been teaching kindergarten for thirty years, and in all of those thirty years, she had never come across a more disruptive and dedicated-to-violence child as Amos Moses. Mrs. Sweet would watch Amos out of her room’s window in the morning before school opened. Amos would throw pea-sized pebbles that the playground was…
Twittering Tales #142 – 25 June 2019 — Still Alive
Photo by sasint at pixabay.com Still Alive In the year 2525, humans are still alive – the same humans. In 2100, medical technology leapt by millenia with help from visitors from a planet on the other side of the sun. Bionic gene technology made us immortal. All humans have been sterilized. I just had my…
Kwaang
Harrison pressed the buzzer at the night dry cleaners and a voice came over the intercom, “Pick-up or drop-off?” “Drop-off” “Number of items and how many pair of pants?” “17 and 7” A buzzer sounded and Harrison entered the small shop. The disembodied voice over the intercom belonged to a small, wrinkled, bald man who…
Tao-Talk 