She threw her cigarette butt at the bird while she chatted on the phone about love, loss and how difficult it was to straighten her hair. She lit another and blew smoke.
Posted by: corisa | July 26, 2008
She threw her cigarette butt
Posted in Drama, Humor | Tags: 32 word short story, brevity, cigarette, flash fiction, hair straightening
If Kojac had Feathers instead of Flesh he would book her on attempted homicide whilst sucking on sunflower seeds. She would only be permitted one more phone call and no more lightings.
By: mylucidkarma on July 26, 2008
at 8:58 am
So true, so true.
By: corisa on July 26, 2008
at 9:02 am
I got up out of my seat. Left his old, battered books on the floor with the dead bird.
And stepped outside.
The air was good.
And the taxi was waiting. Purring.
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By: maxwelljay on July 27, 2008
at 4:03 am