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Francine’s Toes Hurt

  1. by jenCharacter – South American cannibal
  2. Setting – submarine
  3. Object – lucky rabbit’s foot
  4. Situation – new shoes today

Francine’s toes hurt. The new “sensible” shoes were worse than her old heels.

Stopping her pacing, Francine leaned against the wall of the submarine passageway and felt the faint vibration. They would be in Caracas soon.

Francine rubbed her lucky rabbit’s foot and thought about what it would be like to be reunited with Stanley after all this time.

The mix-up, last time, had been unbelievable but understandable. Stanley and Ngegue looked exactly the same. Still it was embarrassing to explain to both the Bridge Club and Stanley’s mother that she had mistaken a South American cannibal for her own husband.

No matter. Everything was about to be put right. Ngegue would go back to his tribe, Stanley and Francine would return to the State Department.

Francine wondered, though, whether Stanley would ever live up to Ngegue’s performance in the sack.

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Marita Shuddered and Closed Her Eyes

  1. by jenCharacter – alien robot
  2. Setting – dry dock
  3. Object – engagement ring
  4. Situation – scattering ashes

Marita shuddered and closed her eyes. With any luck the horrible cyborg wouldn’t think to look for her in her hiding spot. A ship in dry dock has no need for lifeboats, after all.

Curiosity got the better of her, and Marita opened her eyes. Peering through the crack between the boat and its canvas tarp she caught a fleeting glint of sunlight reflecting off the machine’s shiny blue casing. A second later there was a sharp, electrical noise as the robot fired a blast of energy at the stack of lumber where Lyle was hiding. The wood disappeared in a cloud of ash which quickly scattered in the breeze, exposing Lyle on bended knee, proffering a ring.

Marita watched in amazement as the robot holstered its ray gun and pulled Lyle to his feet. The two of them embraced and walked together to the waiting rocket ship.

“That ring was meant for me!” Marita grumbled, knowing that she would now need to swear vengeance upon the alien robot and its kind in order to save her dignity.

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As His Rage Subsided

  1. Character – the Grim Reaper
  2. Setting – pool hall
  3. Object – bull whip
  4. Situation – last date

As his rage subsided and the flashing red haze cleared from his vision, Tony saw Carmen.

She was sprawled across one of the tables, seeming to study the 8-ball with unblinking eyes. A braided leather cord was cinched tight around her throat, its length trailing over the side of the table to the stout handle Tony grasped.

He could remember a fight, his stupid jealousy. Carmen wasn’t moving.

A dark figure drifted in through a solid wall. He was cloaked and carried a scythe. He drifted over to Carmen, and a translucent copy of her took his hand and sat up.

“It’s like I tried to explain,” she said as she stroked the Reaper’s cheek, “I’m going with somebody else now.”

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Matilda Always Laughed

  1. Character – Nudist lesbian mime with wooden shoes and an attitude
  2. Setting – Peepshow
  3. Object – Bouquet of flowers, all yellow
  4. Situation – Sniper

Matilda always laughed when she thought back on it, even though it was sort of tragic.

The funny thing about it was that she could get paid for just hanging around. Naked, but that didn’t bother her, being a nudist. And the slobbering apes who dropped their quarters in the slots didn’t care about her art, the elegance of being “trapped in a box” when she was literally inside a box already, or the skill it took to be silent in wooden shoes. But why should she expect them to?

On that steamy August night a bank robber paused in his getaway to check out her act. The police sniper blew the shot, shattering the one-way glass and revealing a lovely nymph with a cluster of yellow flowers.

The robber escaped, but Chloe captured Matilda.

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You Told Me

  • by jenI spat at her
  • “Oh my head!”
  • but Charles had no son
  • dropped her ample chin
  • a madman’s mocking game
  • the butler put my cloak

“You told me that Charles and his son were conspiring to make a fool of me, Mother! You said he did not love me! That it was nothing more than a madman’s mocking game! But Charles had no son, and no daughter either.”

My mother dropped her ample chin to her even more ample bosom and moaned, “Oh my head!”

I spat at her and stormed away to find where the butler put my cloak. I never wanted to see my filthy, lying mother again.

I would marry Charles, no matter that he was 40 years older than I, and my mother’s object of obsession.

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We Never Did Manage

  • I can bring a wild duck
  • kissed me on the lips
  • Monique had been faithless
  • distrust turned to horror
  • and brandy if the gentlemen wish
  • He wriggled and wailed

We never did manage to make our picnic plans. Hector had just announced, “I can bring a wild duck, and brandy if the gentlemen wish,” when Silas’s indiscretions boomeranged in front of everyone.

Silas opened the conference room door and sidled in. At first I was happy at his unexpected arrival, but then Monique broke down in sobs and fled the room. Confused, I looked to Silas for an explanation and read the misery in his eyes.

“Valerie,” he began, tears choking off the rest of his worlds. He wriggled and wailed and kissed me on the lips, although I didn’t kiss him back. I could not trust him, his erratic behavior. Distrust turned to horror as I realized Monique had been faithless as a friend, faithless to her own husband, and Silas was a sorry fool to whom I had given half my life.

So the picnic plans kind of never got worked out.

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I Dare Not Kiss You

  • by jen“She works so hard.”
  • corrupted by your father’s notions
  • To John’s dull perceptions
  • I dare not kiss you
  • but now the bitter aftertaste

“I dare not kiss you,” she said, meaning, “Our previous kisses were sweet while they lasted, but now the bitter aftertaste is all that remains, the joy corrupted by your father’s notions of class distinctions and I dare not risk raising his ire again.”

To John’s dull perceptions it merely sounded like rejection. He blamed her cooling ardor on the long days she spent toiling cleaning his family’s mansion. “She works so hard,” he reminded himself. “I really should learn to pick up my own dirty socks.”

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Stop Laughing Like That

  • Stop laughing like that, you monster!
  • a wash of heat in his genitals
  • if they never killed a fox
  • then her lips twitched
  • and Philip swallowed

“Stop laughing like that, you monster!”

The  sound of Lola’s voice, so imperious, prompted a wash of heat in his genitals. But still he laughed, because a pretty lady in nothing but a fur coat is a vastly entertaining sight. And he was thinking how she would look at this moment if they never killed a fox, never made her coat.

“Philip, find my clothes! This is unforgivable!”

He started to think he’d made her too angry, but then her lips twitched into a lascivious smile, just for a moment, and Philip swallowed.

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Her Eyes Closed, Her Mouth Shut

  • like two chicken pies warming at noon
  • all five of them
  • We just got to see Chicago, by god!
  • amidst his squirrel friends with a bag of nuts
  • gaze pensively off into the mists
  • her eyes closed, her mouth shut

Her eyes closed, her mouth shut. Or maybe it was the other way around. She left her boyfriend to gaze pensively off into the mists amidst his squirrel friends with a bag of nuts dangling from his hand, forgotten.

Like two chicken pies warming at noon with no one around to eat them, so did their hearts beat side-by-side but not together.

This boyfriend was like all the rest — all five of them were listless mist-gazers, pensive and befriended by arboreal rodents.

“This road trip is over,” she declared.

“But why?” the boyfriend whined. “We just got to see Chicago, by god!”

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