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The Ghost

The Ghost

I got tired of the ghost waking me up every night. A person can only take so much listening to moaning without it being the good kind of moaning.

Apparently ghosts bother people, because he or she wants us to do something that they, the dead, cannot. So in a way a ghost is a lot like that annoying friend who’s always inviting you to do something horrible.

So I hired a ghost expert to tell me what the little bugger wanted. I can’t believe that I paid that much, but like I said, I was sick of the moaning.

The ghost wanted ketchup. Turns out that the ghost had died waiting for the waitress to bring ketuchup for its french fries.

So I moved.

Now instead of hearing moaning, I hear my neighbors yelling at one another. I think I’m going to like it here.

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January 17, 2011 Post Under Flash Fiction - Read More
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Fireworks

Fireworks

Fireworks or bombs going off? I still remember watching CNN broadcasting us bombing Baghdad that first time, war in our living rooms.

Just fireworks.

Back at my car I see someone broke a window and stole all my Elvis cds. And the rest of my cds. The thief was kind enough to have left the cigarette butts.

“Who would do this? Who would be this heartless?” a woman wails at a car near mine. Apparently the thief hit a lot of cars. I guess crime doesn’t take a holiday.

January 13, 2011participate Post Under Flash Fiction - Read More
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