“Heeey. Do you like going to conventions?”
“Uhh, yeah ok.”
“Do you like science fiction?”
“I think so. Hey I’m in quarantine, can’t go out side.”
“Then have I got the book for you.”
“Who is this?”
“I wrote a story. It’s been published in an anthology. You know what is?”
“I’m hanging up now.”
“The story is only 500 words.”
“500 words. Not so long, is it?”
“Well no, guess not.”
“Would you like to read what I wrote?”
“Well if it’s just 500 words..”
“My story is. The book itself is 100 pages and full of other author’s works similar to mine.”
“No. Tomorrow may not come. Read it today?”
“Alright, I’ll read it. Just go away and let me sleep.”
“Too late. I’ve ordered it for you.”
“The book is on its way to your door now.”
“How do you know where I live?”
“Look out the window.”
“I don’t see anyone.”
“Well I’m not there…”
“But I see something. What is that, a white cat in a lab coat?!”
“Not sure who that is.. I’m just calling to tell you about my book.”
“Everybody’s challenged to a trend that’s hip,
Put a thin stalk of broccoli between your lip.
When you got the blues from quarantine, it’s the cool way to eat you’re greens, do the broccoli teeth.. yeah do the broccoli teeth..
Yeah it’s the fake teeth that’s made to amuse, get some laughs, and gain some views, yeah do the broccoli teeth.. when you got the blues from quarantine, it’s the cool way the eat your greens!
Now in the chaos of the second month of 2020, we now offer the perfect gift. We like to think of it as a present that Old Saint Nick tucked away in such a place that everyone forgot was there, until at an unexpected time, and then in magnanimous surprise discovered that he didn’t forget.
The comfort of this soufflé is the nutmeg, dancing through the leaves, bathed in the golden sunlight that is separated egg yolk, folded in the clouds.
Hey guys, I wrote a flash fiction piece and placed it within an anthology of other great works whose theme is the same as mine. The link above is given to show off my work, and if you really like it, to get you to buy it. Because I could use the funds, you know, because finding test subjects and proper equipment doesn’t come cheap.
So my dog Butchy likes to burrow. He enjoys building a fort made from blankets. Some say there’s a behavior problem, but I think he’s camping out.
– from stand-up comic Walter Groundhog-Must on October 18, 1989 for his show, “It’s the Dogs,” live at George Tablecloth Square.