50 Word Fiction Fridays Vol. 53
Dark black inky darkness. Like my heart. Hee! That's our theme this week. We get our hour back this weekend, and the evenings grow darker. I love it. It's my favorite weekend of the year. [I get an extra hour in Victoria.] I've been waiting for my hour back since last April. I really think, considering how long I loaned it out, I should get interest, don't you? Like an extra hour and a half maybe? Come on!
Crayon Noir
The kindergarten teacher wrung her hands in concern. The school counsellor looked worried. The principal shook his head in confusion, picking up the drawing in one hand, a black crayon worn down to a nub in the other.
"Well, I guess she's got a bit of a dark side."
Comments
Comments closed on older entries, whenever I get around to it, to avoid spam.“You’d think after spending that much on a bloody pen, the black inky darkness would stay on the inside instead of exploding all over my hands.”
“Yes well I don’t think that Mont Blanc designed it around the same concept as a Swiss Army Knife.”
“Voila, told you, handcuffs undone!”
Posted by: perry | 27 octobre 2006 5h07
I opened the dryer door and was horrified by the comingling of colors.
"Did you wash the darks and lights together?"
"I guess."
"What in the hell were you thinking?"
"Is anything ruined?"
My face burned. Could he be serious? "Well no."
"So..."
"So, it's just wrong!"
"Hmph. Laundry racist."
Posted by: Christine | 27 octobre 2006 10h35
Darkness looms heavily upon your spirit. Life's valleys have taken their toll. I know you are lost and wandering. Allow me to be your guide, a light to illuminate your way. I can't alter life, but I can stand by your side, letting you know that you are not alone.
Posted by: DrinkJack
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28 octobre 2006 11h30