Ganesh was a loser. He sat on the curb and mumbled nonsense to his only friends, the dirty pigeons, every morning. Pandita wondered why he didn’t go find some other place to go.
“Go away, Ganesh. This is the bus stop corner,” shouted Vidya. Continue reading
Mom suggested the job fair. Nobody is hiring a one-handed man with a substance abuse problem. She never listens.
Hanging with the guys on the dock, sipping buckets of rum was my ambition.
Encountering Continue reading
I drive the garbage truck. I get up at three every day, drive my routes, and go home to do it again.
So you could say I’ve seen a lot of garbage in my career.
Today, boss wouldn’t let me drive my route. Ticks me off. Continue reading
When the dingo decided to take up his career as a pirate, he overlooked the fact he wasn’t good with an oar. He’d won his ship—a canoe—in a poker game from a disgruntled midget.
But rowing with his teeth was a drag. He decided to hire a bloke to do the pulling. But where would he find this person? Continue reading
Nigel had never worked with animals. The circus hired him because he looked good in a hat and mustache, and worked cheap.
“Here are the animals,” said the strongman. He picked up a cage with four tigers and shook it. “Good luck.”
Nigel looked at the cages, the crate of Continue reading
There was nothing wrong when we were in the tavern hoisting tankards of courage. Why not? The wizard was human, wasn’t he? The beer was cold and boasts flowed freely. Continue reading
And the tree was happy.
A girl with a red bow in her hair approached. “Come, grandpa, come!” Continue reading
“So this is the place. We see plenty of native wildlife from this vantage. You’re lucky. Nice weather,” said the tour guide.
“Jolly good!” said the professor. Continue reading
If it were between a root canal and airlines, Ariana voted for dentists. Instead she watched the carousel. The suitcase lay open on the conveyor belt. Her intimate possessions exposed.
The drooling biggest loser had been disturbing. The plane odors gagged. The life story of the mid-life crisis drilled into a migraine. She shuddered. Would he be here? Offer help? Her heart hammered, her breathing faster.
She scooped the remains up. Airline gorillas had shattered the latch. Flight delayed, she was hungry, tired and frustrated. Ariana sniffled. She tried not to cry.
Someone grabbed her from behind, kissed her. Jack.
(100 word flash – Challenge)
“Flying the friendly skies” is a bit of a jest when you spend your summer nights sitting. On the ground. In a darkened airport. A blast of air conditioning almost strong enough to fly a kite blowing down the concourse. Thousands of miles from home.
It gives you time to read. Think. People watch. Wait for the gate attendants next announcement in Pidgin Mumblese. Surprise! Your gate’s been changed. What’s this? The fifth time? Continue reading