Hey, some stories to enjoy. Like free samples at the grocery store. But without the toothpick.
Three flash fiction contest winners from Janet R. (Rules: 100 words max, including five words you’re given that must appear in your story. You’ll see those words in bold on these entries.)
I hope you find them satisfying. Thanks for stopping by. Feel free to leave a note.
Stalking Amy by John Davis Frain
A toast. I lift my glass. No one – her included – hears me say, To Amy!
My secret desires scream louder than cries from a steamy jungle. She’s my paradise.
Two dancing roses, Amy and I, practicing xenogamy together.
Open my amygdala and every emotion centers on her. She doesn’t notice me?
She’s in every waking thought – every sunbeamy sentence.
Her daydreamy, magenta lips call to mine – but get my name wrong!
(I’d live with polygamy.)
An armada of seamy cops at the door. Handcuffs. Miranda.
Stalker? I thought the cockamamy bitch didn’t even know I existed.
Cereal Killer by John Davis Frain
Veteran Detective Mike Moynihan trails behind, hopes these witnesses corroborate earlier testimony.
“It’s Number One,” the husband barks.
“The Quaker?” Moynihan surprised. No match. Turns to the wife. “And you, ma’am?”
Points at Tony, in the stripes. “Number Three.”
“Grrrrreat,” Moynihan says, mocking. Three eyewitnesses, three identifications. Earlier witness picked Number Five: Cap’n in cobalt blue.
Chief walks in. Lapel reads Frank N. Berry. “Same M.O.?”
Moynihan nods. “Whacks the victim with a ceramic bowl. Stabs him with a spoon.”
Berry nodding. “No question. Signature of a cereal killer.”
Berry’s radio snaps, crackles. Pops to Moynihan as he leaves, “Cheerio.”
Orangutan by John Davis Frain
Was she monkeying around?
Juliet! Papa grunted. Be straight.
If he only knew. She lumbered around the enclosure. Devoured four bananas. Two chocolate chimp cookies.
Mama said, Do we get to meet him?
She considered the pronoun. Hmm. Not exactly.
Papa shot Juliet a look. Mama said, If you’re happy, we’re happy.
Juliet smiled. Meet Romeo. She’s the gorilla my dreams! Out pranced one-hundred-fifty-nine pounds of orange-haired orangutan.
The jolt gave Papa whiplash.
She’s not a baboon, Mama cried.
She’s not a he, Papa snarled.
But I love your daughter, Orangutan said.
That’s enough for me, Mama and Papa sang.
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4 thoughts on “Fiction”
John, I thoroughly your stories. Not sure how I missed you in the A-Z Challenge but you have a new follower. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
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Well, Sheila, aren’t you awesome. Come by anytime, I’ll leave the Internet on for ya.
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I like that! Thanks for stopping by the Cow Pasture – where I might add, the internet never sleeps.
Haha! Grrreat post! Made me laugh out loud:)