A Blond!

 

Milk Wood

"I don't want to know what you do with those humans. All I know is that when you come back, you can hardly function. You keep yelling Die! Die! Die! and you want to have a plant-based diet for weeks. And there's no point in coming up with excuses. It was the trip. It was the pollution, it was the weather. There's always something. This time, you had a drawing of a blond. A blond! So, I want a divorce."

"A divorce?! Have you been reading the books I brought back with me again? We don't even have marriages here!"

100 Word Stories

Postal Bomb

Milk Wood

 

Buy the explosives. Don't tell anyone.

Buy the explosives online. Don't tell anyone.

Buy the explosives on the dark web. Don't tell...

OK, how do I get on the dark web?

I could ask that crazy guy who smokes pot all day. No, better not. Perhaps that other one who buys bread on Wednesdays, the one who only wears black. No... The neighbor down the street? Oh, no, not that one, his brother is a cop. Abort, abort. Bad, bad idea.

This is not going well. Think.

OK, easy steps.

Buy envelope. Don't tell anyone. Avoid Wednesdays, just in case.

100 Word Stories

Clinic

Goblins Knob 2024

The toy clinic was closed. What now? The child looked at her mother with anguish. The mother knocked at the door feverishly until a light came on. What is it, we're closed. They knew, but... and the mother pointed at her child, a broken toy cradled in her arms. OK, let's do this. And the toy was put back together, slowly, with care. Years later, the child, now an adult, heard someone knocking feverishly. She turned the light on and opened the door. Let's do this. Everything will be OK. And another mother, another child, another toy could breathe again.

100 Word Stories

It's me

Milk Wood

It's me. I'm the one who wrote that. When you look at me, you'll know what it's like to be me. But you don't look. You don't. You're inside yourself in a world of fantasy that exists only in your head. A chosen blindness that makes everything collapse. But you're not worried. No. You prefer it this way. You are you, and everyone else is not real. So, when you look in the mirror, you will pretend to find out what it's like to be me, and I'll say "that is me". But you won't know, and you won't care.

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