Thursday, 27 March 2014
So, here I was ready to rob a lady, when this pesky pooch appeared out of nowhere and barked at me. I had to run away, but he followed me. All the way into this open field.
Now I'm hungry and I don't have any money.
Well, he looks good, maybe...
For Five Sentence Fiction.
Wednesday, 26 March 2014
Tuesday, 25 March 2014
Friday, 7 March 2014
Here come the soldiers,
With their rifles on their shoulders,
and their war-torn bayonets
that left enemies without helmets.
This is part of a song I frequently hear in this bar, Vivre la vie; french for Living life.
I asked the waiter here and he said it happened during one of the World Wars.
A group of french soldiers made their way in this place, sat at a table and yelled at the waiter to bring them beer.
Everybody was shocked. The soldiers' weapons were spurting out blood and guts, their clothes were drenched in the red liquid and their faces were a mixture of crimson and brown, yet, they were merry.
They started clapping and singing one of those grotesque songs about killing enemies with savagery.
He said that every person in the locale tagged along, and they did that for the whole night, at which point, the soldiers passed out, dead, from injuries.
For this week's Flash Friday.
Thursday, 6 March 2014
"Can't you see this branch is taken, you bluebird?"
"But there's a tiny space between you two, enough so I can fit in."
"Nonsense, you twitting speck. Go on, scram."
"Can't you stop it? I'm tired of flying all over."
"No. Buzz off."
Todays theme is Furious. More at Five Sentence Fiction.