“Can I ride your pony?”, asked the little girl. “Excuse me? Little girl, this is no pony. I’ll have you know this is one of the finest horse specimen in Europe.”, the officer replied. “And we do not give rides.”, he added. “She sure is a pretty pony.”, the girl went on, “Daddy says I’mContinue reading “Can I Ride Your Pony?, A Flash Fiction”
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All Nighters, A Twittering Tale
Sunlight streamed into the studio. Morning was here. This was the third all nighter in a row for Franz and it had finally paid off. His term paper was actually done. He would graduate after all but first, he needed some coffee. ————————– 228 characters I remember those days. Mostly I remember actually being ableContinue reading “All Nighters, A Twittering Tale”
Through Rose’s Colored Glasses, A Sunday Photo Fiction
Rose Sinclair put her special colored glasses on, she was now ready. Dressed in white, she always dressed in white for this, she headed out the door. She hopped on the bus, looking at each passenger in turn as she walked down the aisle toward the back. Through her glasses, she could see the auraContinue reading “Through Rose’s Colored Glasses, A Sunday Photo Fiction”
The Rude Customer, A Foto Flash Fiction
At a lovely ocean side cafe, my wife and I had sat down for a light lunch. The food was wonderful, the company perfect, and the atmosphere divine. That is, until the most rude customer I have ever seen sat down at a nearby table. “Waiter! WAITER!”, he squawked. “I demand service!”. I wondered whoContinue reading “The Rude Customer, A Foto Flash Fiction”