Wednesday, May 24, 2017

1093. Office pets

There is a tiny spider in my office that I have not killed.
I can't tell you why (I haven't).
He is interesting to me because he is a jumper.
I'm not sure how I'll feel when he dies of natural causes or moves down the hall to another office.

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

1092. Ankles

My ankle socks went quite well with my new dress shoes, thanks.
I have nice ankles.
My ankles (and my wrists) were shackled.
I was being carried along by rough men.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

1091. HB2

She smoked the end of her pencil like a cigarette.
She had seen this in movies.
Depending on the movie, this made it seem to her like she was either quite glamorous or the villain.
She was making an enemies list.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

1090. A chorus of owls

Behold an owl choir; a choir of owls.
I have trained them for two years.
They do not take requests.
They do not sing.

Monday, May 15, 2017

1089. Beep

Beep beep...beep beep.
Beep beep...beep beep.
Beep beep...beep beep.
The garbage truck inched backward through the neighbourhood, its driver trying desperately to pry his way back inside.

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

1088. Stretch

These garbage bags contained patented "stretch-o-flex" technology.
They were a premium product always placed at eye level in better grocery stores.
Laboratory testing suggested they'd never break under most conditions.
The stranded climbers didn't know about the laboratory testing as they watched the plastic continue to stretch.

Thursday, May 4, 2017

1087. Client!

Thank you, cherished client, for your continued patronage.
We put your organs in some salvaged jam jars and placed them on a shelf next to the rest.
So, never mess with us.
And, thanks again, for your patronage.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

1086. Wood pulp

The veneer of the table was peeling at the corners.
Books were piled, pyramid-style, in the centre.
They - the books - were bloated beyond use from weeks of rain.
According to the sign, they were still free.

Monday, May 1, 2017

1085. Founding mythology

Inez stopped her bus one day, and refused to ever move it again.
The stop became a snarl.
One day, the snarl grew to a city.
Welcome to Boise, Idaho, my friends. 

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