No Idea!

Missing Melody

 

What is that?

A map.

Of what?

No idea.

North Pole?

No.

South Pole?

No.

Then what?

No idea.

Speak louder, my hearing aid is not charged.

NO IDEA.

No need to shout.

You told me... Ok, never mind.

So, it's not the North Pole or the South Pole.

Nope.

What is it then?

I don't know, I forgot to bring my glasses.

Aviator's map?

No.

Well, when I look at it this way, it kind of looks like a squirrel.

A what?

A squirrel. Just squint and you'll see.

Short circuit alert. Later.

It's a squirrel, I tell ya!

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Taradiddle

 

Missing Melody

It was official. He left her. How would she face the family? The friends? The people at the tennis club? So, she told everyone that he would be away on business.... for a year. That should be enough to find someone and not look like a total loser. And then she got his text: I loved you at your darkest. She was confused. Darkest? She always wore white because of that positive energy crap. And if he meant her insecurities, she had none. Note to self: buy horrid new tennis skirt model that everyone was now wearing. At your darkest...

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Comments

 

Missing Melody

He wondered what that was. A pseudo kebab featuring the most unusual looking food? Upon inquiring about what exactly was being cooked, he realized that some strange items had indeed been stabbed and were merrily burning away. As far as he could see (no pun intended), there were eyes mixed with a few fingers and something that resembled a dragon wing, that is if there were dragons. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but he was hungry and he could just close his eyes. He did. Let's just say the following week was not the easiest week.

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Teach

 

Missing Melody

She would always hold a book and ask the kids to "read" from it. On each page, nothing but a few smudges and a handful of lost letters. The kids would then come up with a story. She would write it down on the blackboard, making everyone cringe and giggle when the chalk squeaked. The story would be copied to a notebook which would find its way onto a bookshelf. The next day, the same old smudges, the same old lost letters would inspire a new story. She hoped the kids would remember this for the rest of their lives.

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