At the fish market, Jim decided that his choice of superpower – the power to smell any pussy at less than a hundred yards – wasn’t necessarily the best choice.
…because, you know, cats like to hang around fish markets, and most of them have bad breath…
I read the story in the car, in a parking lot, while my husband went into the building for an interview. The story was set in an apocalyptic world. Two people, believing the world was about to end, made love like there was no tomorrow. And then they lived to tell about it.
“Have you ever noticed that geese, from a distance, sound like dogs barking?” he asks me as he lifts his glass of wine to his lips.
“No,” I reply, thinking him stupid. Really I want to stab him through the heart, but not really. I know I’ll regret it if I do.
“What do you want to do tomorrow?” he asks.
“I don’t know, dear. We’re on vacation. The world is our oyster.”
Maybe I’ll strangle you while you sleep and then I can go out on the boat by myself tomorrow and not have to listen to you whine about how much the cottage costs us per month and how much your shoulder hurts when you paddle.
“Maybe we should go out in the boat,” he says.
“That sounds like a good idea, dear,” I reply.
A story in two sentences.
“Your words are like a damned river!”
“But when I’m around you, my words are like a dammed river: can’t you hear the difference?”
Day 28 Prompt – Story on a ship. Past, present, or future.
Day 24 Prompt – Write a story that takes place 100 years in the future
How we cheapen ourselves
for the sake of the masks we wear.
For the sake of popularity.
For the sake of self-satisfaction.
We may take our lives to extremes,
vicariously,
or hidden here in social media.
And for what?
So that we can feel
included,
lift our spirits,
while we rest on our asses and let life pass us by.
Go out, I say
Taste the vapours of outdoors
Hear the sounds of real traffic
Not that of the hits on your site
I say while I sit
In the vacuum of my internetz
Day 21 Prompt – He or she sees their crush in a library. describe the incident.
My world is vast
the web tangled and
from one end of the world to the next
I bounce here in the centre
of my world
You may be far
but you feel to be
beside me. And yet you sit
in your own centre
of your world
Lalala
We all sing
sometimes not understanding each other
but sometimes
our world meets
In the centre
Day 19 Prompt – Write an obituary for an historical figure
Linda G. Hill 