(I think this is the most alliterative post title I’ve ever had. )
copyright Douglas M. MacIlroy
“And this is the koi pond,” Lady Phram said. “You will be responsible for feeding the fish.”
“They look well-fed,” Ali said. He was still surprised a street urchin like him had been suddenly given a job in a mansion.
Lady Phram’s eyebrows arched. “Oh, quite.”
Ali put his hand in the water and the fish swarmed. “Ouch!” He yanked back his hand, bleeding.
“These aren’t normal koi.” She walked through a wooden door, shutting him in.
“What do I do now?” he called.
“You feed the fish,” she called through the door.
Water began to pour into the courtyard.
Knick-Knack Paddy Whack
Gut-twist, I call it—that hard, acidy stomach punch that comes when I smell the bright-red odor and see the crimson flowers blooming all over the walls and floor.
I do clean-up. Paddy lets all the red out and I collect it up in a bag, along with Miss Gone-Far-Away (it’s always Miss).
Paddy laughs at my knick-knacks, calls me a baby. But he lets me do it ‘cuz Miss Gone-Far-Away don’t need them anymore. So I take a coin, a charm, maybe a watch.
Sorry, I whisper to them every night. Sorry you met Paddy. I just do clean-up.
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When I saw this building in Daejeon, South Korea back in March, it screamed “Friday Fictioneers” to me, so I’m very happy that Rochelle chose it. It is apparently a type of barbecue restaurant, although why this is on the roof, I don’t know. Here’s another view of it.
copyright David Stewart
Captain Black Lung exploded from his cabin like a wet fart.
“Where is she?” he wheezed. Keeping Flora faithful amidst sixty-four leering pirates was a Sisyphean ordeal.
“Ah, there she is, canoodling up on the yardarm.”
“It’s not like that, Captain!” the quartermaster called as he lumbered up the rigging.
“. . . then you burst in with the cake and we’ll sing Happy Birthday,” he heard as he got closer. So she had remembered his birthday. What a great wife! He smiled and climbed back down.
“So,” Flora said, “do you want to put the bomb in the cake, or should I?”
screams the screams room 306 fumbled with keys door opened blue walls all blue splashed with red thing at the window thing at the window green all green girl on the bed red so red thing jumped off didn’t fall didn’t hit the ground flew away mary mary on the bed so red not moving my special girl mary mr keller came called police i didn’t do it thing at the window all green did it not me but now I’m here white all white walls no red still at night I see room 306 special girl mary screams