55 Fiction Friday - A True Story (for "Chippy")

The chipmunk scampered between the tomato plants. Looking around carefully, he quickly buried a mouthful of seeds in the soft earth.

The last planting had come up beautifully.  Then those pesky humans had pulled up his lovely seedlings.  If he was only bigger, he'd dig up their gardening efforts and see how they liked it!

 

Photos by: Osquer

Gardening by "Chippy" and Osquer's parents

55 Fiction Friday

The child ran shrieking into the room. Mr. Bear braced himself.

"Maybe she won't pick me today," he hoped, but, sure enough, she laughed, grabbing him by one paw. She pulled him from the shelf and dragged him down the stairs, bumping his head on every step. Sometimes it was hard being her favorite toy.

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That morning there was a little thin broth with a few bits of stringy meat, and I knew one of the prison dairy cows that provided our usual, megre daily cup of sustenance had stopped giving milk.

I mourned her and thanked her departed spirit for her milk.  Then I ate her just the same.

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"More brandy, Randy!" she roared in a most unprincess-like manner.

"Randal," muttered the wizard under his breath, but he said nothing more as, with a complicated twiddle of his wand, he produced a bottle of Napoleon brandy from thin air.  This was quite a trick considering Napoleon Bonaparte wouldn't be born for another seven centuries.

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Employing Jonathan Livingston Seagull thinking, I strained to believe I could fit inside the keyhole, that I was standing in the keyhole.  Suddenly I was.

I couldn't believe it.

I was dreaming which meant I could control things, could even fly! 

That's how I fell thirty-three inches to my death. It was no dream.

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He placed his hand on the black book I had pulled from my inside jacket pocket.

"Do you swear the information you have given is true and accurate, so help you God?"

"I do," he averred.

As he walked away, my partner whispered, "You carry a bible with you?"

"Actually, it's an Alcoholics Anonymous handbook."

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I stood there, my mind completely stalled, my jaw hanging loose. I managed to close it before I started to drool. I’d never seen such a beautiful sushi bar in my entire life and since I hadn’t eaten in 72 hours or more, I nearly wept with joy.