Microfiction Monday, 3/7/11

Susan over at Stony River gave us this photo.

 "This used to sit on his desk. He was:
J.M. Brown to his colleagues.
James Michael to his mother.
Jam to his subordinates at the Railroad."

Microfiction Monday, 2/28/11

Thanks to Susan over at Stony River,
for a pixie at work and play :


"I doubt it is worth the effort, but here goes!
let's see if we can turn these into the ruby slippers-"

Microfiction Monday, 2/21/11

"JOE you in here? my cell phones dead.
turns out the whole town is haunted-
My feet are killing me already;
I am going back to the bus-"

Microfiction Monday, 2/14/11

"I have had about enough of this lounging
listening to silly love poems and maybe sipping wine!
I am going down to investigate that river "

Microfiction Monday ,2/7/11

In Monday's Art class they had darkened the windows
to see how many full body shadow tracings
they could fit on the mural paper by 2:45.

Microfiction Monday, 1/31/11

"Wow forty-eight soap bars, smells fine! good shape after
floating from the wreck; let's give'em to the boys
they'll love all the bubbles"

Microfiction Monday 1/24/11

"Sorry to bring you out in this weather-
Watch the water under the the railroad bridge;
and tell me what you see--There!!-what is that??"

Microfiction Monday 140, 1/17/11

"Oh my- what has just popped into my hand here?
I grabbed the wrong handle!  "   

Microfiction Monday,1/10/11

A very silly take on the prompt picture
I happened on another of Susan at Stony River 
photo's of this mythical creature-
and this conversation popped out...



 Where is your eye?
My oye is on the other soyde
 Where, is my life ?
In between moy hands!
 Where are my wings
On moy back you silly thing! 

Microfiction Monday 1/3/11

See my shoulder? That cow just kicked
a fresh bucket of cream all over me
as I picked up the tin of Texaco Grease
to do this advertisement

Microfiction Monday

They call this pristine?
it's not a natural setting anymore!
They either put the fence up
to keep kids from drowning
or dogs from swimming

Microfiction Monday 12/20/10

"Man-o-man,there's no such thing as a quiet, still pig!
Good thing he's not greased. Hope I can hold on to him 'til we get to
Grandma's. "

Microfiction Monday 12/13/10

She dressed for the play, hating pink, the pinch of patent leather shoes

and rouge. Somehow the black lipstick kept a smile on her face.

Microfiction Monday, 12/5/10

Where are the sheep that are supposed to be keeping the grass down in this cemetery?
there were either holes in the fence or someones memory

Microfiction Monday, 11/29/10

Stop King! go no further.
See all the huge horns ?
They only behave for her
because she knows what happens,
before what happens, happens -

Microfiction Monday

He would stand in the relentless sun
for the artist only a second longer
it was so infernally hot
inside the wool poncho and leather boots

Microfiction Monday 11/8/10

Drat, drat, drat! every step in the leaves made an echo.
Mummy was far ahead now. Nanna was right behind
as we trailed that wretched pony.

Microfiction Monday

 

 

 

Will he ever come? Susan had enjoyed swimming and food;
now she just wanted to get to away from Buddy
and back to town for the Chess match.

Microfiction Monday 140

She thought looking downcast was appropriate
later maybe climb out a window,
cast a powerful spell-
or there was always poison in her ring.

Microfiction Monday 140

Rescue:From what you should not have done

From your curiosity

The dark of "No"

and that little key;

From the lie you built into marriage