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Posts from the ‘Microfiction’ Category

8
Oct

Desperate Flip

Marvin stopped the car and fished his hands around for the gold coin.
A local ranger casually walked up. “Looks like you cant watch him all the time.”
Don’t get angry. It’s just bait, they will be watching.
They walk in conversation to the pier.
“I heard you’re mamma raised you better then this.”
“Uh huh.”
“Of course my mamma raised us to know right from wrong and wasn’t raising a pack of heathens.”
Enough was enough. One flip for the day only. Fine.
*Flip*
My bothers fine, sitting in his car in his parking spot.
*Catch*
Death appeared. “NEXT TIME”

7
Oct

Rolling Cheese

It was Tuesday and everyone was standing along a hill and drinking and shouting.
“I’m Impossibility. The winner gets a shiny gold coin.” The strange man introduced his new game.
The players didn’t know why wanted to play this new game. Moments before it hadn’t existed and now suddenly, a wheel of cheese at the top of the hill and the overwhelming need to get to the bottom first.
Someone rolled the cheese and their bodies moved with impossible speed rolling strait down the hill!
“Good job boy.” Said a voice as it pressed a heavy gold coin into his hand.

7
Oct

Check the Barn

Death sat back in his chair. He was surrounded by time but none of it was his to spend.

The spirit of a cat he had collected earlier moved around his feet.

“PRETTY. KITTY.” Death said. “RUN ALONG. THERE WILL BE MANY ETHEREAL VERMIN TO FIND AND, WELL, FIND AGAIN.”

The spirit of the cat silently wisped out of the room.

“TRY THE BARN.”

A ghostly meow thanked him from the hallway.

Yes he thought. Plenty of time to chase the other spirits in the barn. He had unlimited time now.

But he would never actually get to catch him.

5
Oct

100 Years to Live

Eugene slipped. It was embarrassing really. He just knew he was going to die and because of a cat of all things. He was going to be the joke of the after life.
Time suddenly slowed down. He could see the ground. And the cat.
Death appeared. He didn’t say anything. He just stood there, looking.
“Umm. Can I help you?” Eugene asked.
“Sorry?” Asked the hooded figure.
“Are you here to kill me?”
“No.”
“Am I going to die?”
“You have one hundred years to live. I am here for the cat.” Said death.
Eugene landed on the cat.