Chilling

Suspicious Coffee – an 100-word story

“What if,” I asked my husband as we sipped coffee from our china cups, “coffee contains some sort of secret ingredient that allows the government to read our thoughts.”

“What are you saying, Darling? That now coffee is part of your conspiracy theory? I honestly don’t know why I married you.”

“Now that you mention it, I was thinking the same thing. How could I have married someone who is so… insensitive to the possibility that everything is spying on us?”

“Everything is not… wait. Did you say you were thinking the same thing as I? Put down the cup.”

#SoCS – A Lifetime of Balls

I woke up this morning to find a bag of balls on my front stoop. They were all the balls I’ve ever owned in my life. Ones I played catch with, with my dad; ones that went over fences never to be retrieved; ones that hung on the Christmas tree during the first year of my first marriage… Right up until the ball I was playing with yesterday – one of the three I was juggling at the kid’s birthday party. Yes, I’m a clown. The only one they missed is the ball on my nose. Of course, I sleep with that one.

The bag of balls is someone’s idea of a dirty trick, obviously. Probably someone I left in the sewer system…

AUTHOR’S NOTE: If I could edit this I’d leave a hint somewhere that shows earlier that my stream of consciousness ended up at a killer clown.

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draw

life is a game of scrabble
and i’m missing some vowels

if I had them, perhaps i
would know what to do

i have an l and a v
an n and a g

if i had an e and an a
i’d be leavng you

if i had an o and an i
i’d be loving you

shuffle the tiles my dear
and dip into the bag

our fate
is in your hand

#SoCS – Isn’t

Mustn’t you leave,
Just get out
to arrive somewhere else
a place where you’re wanted

The rattling cages
must be driving you mad
and the animals speak now
they whisper, escape

I’m the voice in your head, dear
Don’t try to resist
for the more you agree
The sooner you’ll return

And you’d like that
Wouldn’t you?
Mais oui
…
zzz Me? It wasn’t

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JusJoJan the 29th – Ghost, a 50-word story

Your ghost haunts me, even now. I lay here searching the stars for the one that might be you, the cold ground beneath me, surrounding me; I know you are beside me. The first shovelful of dirt hits my chest and I wonder, why are they burying me at night?

 

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JusJoJan the 19th – Climate, a 50-word story

I need to move to a warmer climate. Here, the polar bears sit on me and the penguins poop on me and I’m just miserable, you know? It’s not easy being frozen inside an iceberg. Maybe if I bob out of the water and stare at a passing cruise ship…

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JusJoJan the 12th – Skull

My love lives on skull island,
where roses grow from bony sockets
and children draw faces in caves
where their ancestors lay.

No trees grow on skull island;
only grey rocks, flat and colourless as the sky above
with its eternal cloud cover, threatens
but never gifts rain.

My dear lives on skull island,
damned to rule over sinless children
growing roses as penance
for my death.
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JusJoJan the 10th – Sane, a 50-word story

“It is clear the accused is insane and needs to be institutionalized.”

“But…” She stands. “I’m not insane! I was…”

“Sit down,” says the judge. “You are clearly insane.

“Take her away!”

“But I was framed!”

“Yes,” the prosecution says. “That’s what they all say.”

“Commit her to the asylum!”

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JusJoJan the 5th – 2016, a four-sentence, 50 word story

2016 was an extremely good year. The mansion in which I lived included a butler, a maid, three cooks and a gardener. Fortunately they lasted two months each. And every one of them was more delicious than the last.

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JusJoJan the 3rd – Frozen

She regretted jumping in to the January lake the moment her feet touched the water. From there the cold rushed up her body like a train, speeding uncontrollably along a track. Completely submerged, her long hair floated above her head, reaching for the frigid air above. Then blackness surrounded her, and she knew no more.

She awoke with a gasp. That damned dream again. There were many things in her life she regretted but none more than that stupid polar bear dip her boyfriend in college had talked her into.  Stupid, stupid Canadian tradition.

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