Bits of Flash FictionPosted: September 11, 2012
(taken from my notebook of sudden prose)
The Neanderthal farmer’s crops were stolen. When he found out, justice was invented.
She had been crying in the snowstorm for hours before noticing that her teardrops were turning into diamonds.
The King of Pigeons looked down on his grovelling subjects and, upon carefully considering every eventuality that may arise from such a recourse, nevertheless executed with majesty his royal decree: “Cooooo!”
Ding, ang bato
The carp swallowed the pebble. It was dragged down the fish tank by the red lingerie and gold bangles that suddenly appeared around it.