Ch-ch-ch-changes! The tadpoles are rapidly metamorphosing into frogs! Look closely to see the little back legs. Photo by Jeannine.
This is where I present my daily microfiction stories, mostly based on the past week’s prompts from The Fiction Dealer. By posting my humble tales - the good, bad, silly, and indifferent - I hope to inspire others to allow their creativity to come out and play.
Take-out, donkey style. Their's is delivered by a pickup truck. 🐴 Photo by Jeannine.
Mary was returning for her father’s funeral. Unwilling to accept her stepmother’s loaded hospitality, she was staying with me.
I hadn’t seen her since she left to attend the Sorbonne University, fifty years ago. She became a famous French physicist, I stayed in Hicksville, USA to marry my sweetheart and have a passel of kids. Would we recognize each other? Would she still like me?
The train pulled into the station. A beautiful, grey-haired woman stepped on the platform. She saw me and smiled and the years melted away like they’d never passed. We were still friends - old friends.
A little girl once found a wonderfully weird skull. Curious, she showed her teacher, but it made the teacher angry.
“Nice little girls don't play with bones! Go see the Principal,” she shouted.
The Principal knew she wasn’t naughty, just curious, and there was nothing wrong with that. He couldn’t identify the skull, but he knew someone who could. He sent the little girl to visit a zoologist.
The zoologist exclaimed, “Cool! An old eagle's skull!” They became good friends and he taught her all he could. And when the little girl became a woman, she became a zoologist, too.
Note: I thought this might be appropriate, as the temperatures for today and tomorrow expected to hit the mid-nineties with the heat index going up to 101°F! Stay cool out there!
‘Twas at Thanksgiving dinner when he brought up politics.
My bro-in-law’s not all that bad, but at times can be a dick.
My sis said, “Take a chill pill!” My son told him, “Chillax!”
But I got him to cool his jets with ice cubes down his back.
Rosie enjoying an afternoon snack. Photo by Jeannine.
Life is funny. Joe wanted to give his Mary diamonds, furs, a mansion filled with servants, voyages to tropical islands on private yachts.
But Mary didn’t want any of those things. She was happy wearing t-shirts and jeans in her little country house, tending her gardens and playing with her pets.
She lived among bird song and wildflowers. She needed nothing more, for here was paradise, with her Joe.
Another great collection—Deadline really tickled me!