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BLOG NUMBER THIRTEEN: BRUMMIE BUYS NECKWEAR FOR IDENTICAL NIPPERS

Yowzer!

Like a fictional individual waiting for a proverbial imaginary bus, most of the time it feels like not a lot is happening… until everything seems to happen at once.

Over the past couple of weeks quite a few of my stories have reared their ugly heads and started showing off by blowing raspberries, so for anybody who might feel that way inclined, head on over to TREMBLING WITH FEAR for my drabble SARDINES SARNIE and some micro fiction (SWITCHBLADE, BIRTHRIGHT and EVIDENCE), THE DRABBLE for my err… drabble PERSONAL GROWTH, NO SHORTCOMINGS and while you’re at it, why not swing by FRIDAY FLASH FICTION for my piece AMOUR DU BIBLIOPHILE DANS LA BIBLIOTHEQUE. Phew! Now that’s over and done with, how about some more twenty- word tales? They’re sugar free, so feel free to indulge. Go on, treat yourself!

ANSWER MACHINE

One saved message. BEEP. “Hi Honey, on my way” I play it for the millionth time, knowing you’ll never arrive.

AFTER HOURS

We drink up. Move on. Holding hands is nice. I think twice about kissing you, but still do it anyway.

MANUAL LABOUR

He stacked boxes every day of his life. When he died, they packed him up and shipped him away forever.

WOODWORK

The splinter in his finger was worth it. The cross he crafted was his best yet. He totally nailed it.

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