I’m finishing edits on Mega 5, but I still have time to get y’all your weekly fix of micro-fiction!
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Crushed beneath ten tons of cement, Horace was seriously rethinking his career choice.
“Golem needed,” the ad had read. “Exciting work environment. Pay DOE.”
Horace hadn’t ever been a golem. He was a rock troll by birth, a creature of the dirt and mud by nature, and an opportunistic worker by personality, so the gig intrigued him. But he wasn’t jewish.
“No problem,” the manager said. “We’re open-minded.”
He wondered if “open-minded” was actually code for “goes through a lot of golems”.
As Horace lay there under ten tons of heavy cement, he thought he knew the answer.
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If it is Friday then it must be Drabble time! Yep, I have 100 words of goodness waiting for you.
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Only Two Names
Three names. Always three names. First, middle, last. That was how history remembered the killers.
Tony didn’t have three names. His parents were hippie dippy types, forever going against societal convention.
“Tony is the only name you need,” his mother had said. Not even Anthony or Antonio, but just Tony.
“More than you need,” his father had added. “The Universe knows us by our souls, man, not by our names.”
“So true,” his mother had agreed.
Tony sat there, the rifle across his legs, weeping. When it was all done he’d be laughed at, he knew it.
Only two names.
Disclaimer: What is in a name?
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Now, on to the drabble!
He counted the coins before him for the hundredth time. Possibly the thousandth time. He could no longer remember.
“Worth it,” he muttered as the stacks of gold began to totter. He straightened them, steadied them, watched until they were stable again. “Worth it all.”
He kept his eyes focused on the stacks, not on the occupied chairs in the corner of the room. He couldn’t look at those. If he did then maybe it hadn’t really been worth it.
But it was worth it.
“Was worth it,” he muttered, ignoring the chairs, ignoring his family’s corpses, ignoring his regret.
Disclaimer: It’s always worth it, right?
Bam diggity! The FNDP is back, y’all!
Had to take a week off because of ConCarolinas. It was a great weekend, but I am glad to be back in the writing chair so I can give y’all some free micro-fiction.
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One woman held the man to the pavement while another reared her foot back for the blow.
The man tried to protest, but the layers of duct tape that covered his mouth easily prevented that.
The foot found its target. The duct tape crumpled. The man screamed for thirty seconds then passed out, choking on his own teeth.
The two women walked off. A block away there was the inevitable catcall.
“Sounds like someone needs duct tape,” the holder said, grabbing for the roll on her hip.
“Yeah, it does,” the kicker said, bouncing up and down on her toes.
Disclaimer: Duct tape. Say no more.
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They could not run. Not fast enough, at least. The tiny simian nightmares were everywhere. In the trees, on the roofs, jumping out from behind bushes, driving cars.
“Carl! Wake up!” Stan shouted.
Carl’s eyes popped open in time for him to swerve the VW bus to the right, avoiding the oncoming traffic he’d drifted into.
“Whoa,” Carl said. “I had the craziest dream…”
“MONKEYS! LOOK OUT!” Stan yelled as a wave of the little buggers overtook a Cadillac and swept across the road. “THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!”
“Huh,” Carl said. “I hope I wake up.”
Disclaimer: Never sleep again…