“How would you feel, if we got married?” she asked quietly.
“I don’t think that it would work out,” was the reply…
Short Story
“Now what are the giants up to today?” asked the one missing a leg.
“Earthquakes and colossal falling stones,” replied the one who was missing an antennae…
The white-haired, white-clad man frowns at me.
He points to the MRI-looking machine. “Get in.” After a too-long pause, he adds, “Please.”
I am sweating, rather more than I recall doing so a few minutes before when that mugger had me backed up against the wall. …
“Do you think they can hear us?”
“I really don’t know, they haven’t said anything yet.”
“Hm, but how long do you think it would take to be sure?”
I’m sprawling on my bed, too parched to sleep. I’m tired but not sleepy. Maybe, I reason, if I get up and obtain some water, the sleepiness will finally kick in and I’ll conk out when I get back. Okay, it’s a plan. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and plant my hands on the mattress to give myself a boost as I stand up. The moment I’m upright, a hand closes on my ankle….
I really don’t know why they’re all still here.
I was minding my own business, living my best queen of the queendom life…
Some people stick with you like oatmeal sticks to your ribs. Some people travel with you like gum on your shoe….
A small bird floated by the window yesterday. I dunno what it really wanted me to do…
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