PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Adam Ickes
Important papers had disappeared. Priceless memorabilia had been chewed on. This was the last straw – so to speak.
“I’m sorry, honey,” Ron said, “but the goat has to go.”
Anita glared at him. “I told you, he said he was from the government.”
“Also, I think you need help. Goats don’t talk.”
“Fine. Tell him, Billy. Tell him what you told me.”
Ushered angrily from yet another house, Billy the Goat laughed to himself. Yet another marriage on the rocks, and he’d even had a week’s worth of great eating. Trophy bases and vinyl records are the best.
PHOTO PROMPT – Copyright – Kelly Sands
They like to come out when it rains. That’s when they run across the rooftops and dance upon the eaves. Because they are magic, they know how to hide themselves from human eyes, but the pixies love the sound of their tiny dancing feet.
If you look closely sometimes you can see them. That flash of light when there is no lightning, that whisper of mist which is not mist. Yeah, that’s probably a pixie. I’m just saying. Look out next time you clear out the gutters after a storm. The last thing you’d want to do is hurt one by accident.
My entry for Friday Fictioneers where every Friday we write 100-word stories in response to the weekly prompt. Stop by and enjoy, or stay a while to try writing one of your own!
Way, way back in undergrad, in my very first creative writing class, we were given a series of biographical essays so that we could confront “the auto-biographical impulse.” For (haha) personal reasons, I hate self-disclosure. This is sometimes why I do it too – like lancing a wound. Then, hopefully, it will heal over – and I can pretend not to exist or have feelings anymore. Yeah, not a great idea – but there it is.
Long story really short…I’ve decided to trim off the rest of what I’d previously said. I don’t think it was inappropriate sharing exactly, just not entirely appropriate.
On a happy note, I submitted 3 short stories to different markets last month. Still no word back. Also, I’ve successfully moved from St. Louis back to Harrisburg, PA. Yay, me.