IDOL… micro-fiction

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I should have listened but, I was tired and didn’t want to get up again.  The cries in the night are not unusual for an active-minded child.  Well, that’s what the psychologist told us.  “Go back to sleep, honey!” my wife said to me at 2:02 a.m.  Yeah, 2:02 will forever haunt me.

You see our six-year old daughter was a sleepwalker, night talker and screamer.  Often, I would wake up to a small figure cuddling close to me in the wee hours of the morning.  I’d typically throw an arm around the child and go back to sleep.  On this night, however, she only screamed, and my wife and I decided to give it a few minutes before I got up to go comfort her.  She always slept through her nightmares, and she never remembered them the next morning.

This one time… Oh God!  This one time I let here scream more than usual, and even the abruptness of her stopping should have warned me something was different.  It wasn’t until the next morning when I went to her room to wake her that reality hit me.  My sweet daughter was gone, and I knew in an instant I would never see her again. 

I was still crumpled on the floor crying when my wife came to check on us and see what the hold up was.  Upon seeing what I saw – she too crumpled.  After a time, we managed to get up and discuss where we had gone wrong. 

The old stone-carved idol we had found on our vacation to the Grand Canyon lay where our daughter should have been lying in sweet slumber.  The old figurine that once occupied its countenance had changed to that of a young girl.  I guess the old Native American man wasn’t joking with us after all.

HOME… a short tale

Drip, drip, drip… “Honey, I think it’s still raining outside.  It seems like a good morning to stay snuggled up under the sheets and blanket.  It’s getting colder!”  Drip, drip, drip…  “I expect our sweet children will be bounding in here at any time taking flight to jump onto the bed and on top of us…”  Drip, drip, drip…

“Is that thunder I keep hearing?  It seems like it’s been going on forever!”  Drip, drip, drip…  “I’m sorry!  What did you say?  Everything seems muffled.  I must be coming down with something.”  Drip, drip, drip…

“Whew!  Why is it getting so cold?”  Drip, drip, drip…  “Whoa!  What the heck is that?  Holy smokes that’s got to be the brightest light I’ve ever seen!   Honey!  Honey, do you see this?  Honey?”   Drip, drip, drip…

“Sargent!  We can’t stop the bleeding.  He’s been hit too many times.”  Drip, drip, drip…  “He’s been mumbling the whole time since I got here.    I think he’s dreaming.  I can’t make out what he’s saying, and I swear it looks like he’s smiling.  Oh no!  I can’t find his pulse.”  Drip…

“Okay!  Mark the time of death and hand me his dog tags.  I think he had a family back home.  He was one of the brave ones.  God’s speed, soldier! Now, we need to get out of here.”

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GRANDMA AND GRANDPA… a funny poem

Whenever grandma did the laundry

Grandpa would go to town and steal

Sometimes he just stole candy

But, one time he stole a wheel

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And grandma never knew it

Grandpa was a sneaky cuss

Until the Sheriff came a callin’

Haulin’ grandpa off in cuffs

Handcuffs, Shackles, Guilty, Sentence

Now, grandma was a sly one

In her own respectful way

She loved old grandpa feircly

And she couldn’t let him stay

Locked up in a jail cell

Full of criminals and such

So, she packed up the Sawsall

And went to town in their old bus

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Sneaking ’round the jailhouse

She peaked into the room

Where grandpa paced the jail cell

Red-faced a rose in bloom

She gave him a “come-hither”

And at the window did he squint

She cut those bars right out of there

And out the hole he went

Jail, Fake, Art, House Wall, Door

That was twenty years ago

We’ve never seen them since

A bank was hit that very night

And, still today it makes some wince

To think our two grandparents

Would end up on the lamb

As that apple didn’t fall too far

You’ll never guess just where I am

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SATISFY ME… A November Writing Challenge… Creatures

“Oh yes, I can sense them out there.  Now, I need to probe further, signal and wait.”

Dun-dun-dun-dun…

Ping-ping-ping…

Dun-dun…

Fweeeeet-dun-dun…

Tot-tot-tot-tottatottatot…

-BONK-

“There it is!  That’s the response I’ve been looking for.”

As the prey neared life was about to get a whole lot sweeter.

Wings were lifted and expanded.  Flight was easy.  The perfect spot on the prey was identified and this was going to be easy.

“Time for penetration and relief…”

“Mmmmm…”

Bad Cowboy?… micro-fiction

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“I’m beholden to ya, Sheriff.” She said as the sheriff waxed poetic upon the drunken cowboy’s head.

“Ah, aint nothin’, maam!  Just doin’ ma job.”

“Well, sir, if ‘ins ya hadn’t dropped in when ya did, this feller may have ended up in a lot worse shape!  I’m much obliged.  Yes sir, my obliged indeed!”

“The pleasure is all mine, Miss Mae!”

“So, if you’d like to come back ’round a little later this evenin’ I can show how truly appreciative I am…”

Miss Mae turned and walked back into the brothel with her head held high.

The cowboy smiled!  “That worked out jus ya planned it, huh, boss?”

The End