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Menage Monday – Week 6


Three teens sat on the bricks outside the tunnel entrance passing a joint and eating stolen Halloween candy.

Ricky took a long toke and chased it with a packet of M&Ms.  “Am I high or do you hear voices coming from the tunnel?”  He passedDevonthe joint.

“Yes.”  Susan replied. Devonchocked out a smoky giggle.

“Dude, I’m serious.”  He hopped off his perch and wandered down to the entrance.  “Hello!”  He yelled.

“Ello, ello, ello.”  It answered.  He jumped.

“Dude, it’s just an echo.” Devonsaid.

“I know.  Got any shoelace licorice?”

Susan reached into the bag and pulled out a package.  Rickey opened it up.  With the concentration that only the stoned could muster, he carefully tied the confectionary in a knot around a stick.  “Lighter.”  He ordered.

“What’re you doing?” Devonasked.

“Making a torch.”  He replied, as if it was obvious.

“Okay… Why?”

“I’m going in, coming?”  They both shrugged and joined their friend.  By the sugar-light of their makeshift torch they entered the tunnel.  What they didn’t know was that the pack of kids they had stolen from followed them and were hiding out in the tunnel, lying in wait to seek their revenge.


“Halloweeners retrieve stolen candy, thieves get burned.”

#HumpdayChallenge Week 17

“How you doin’ chief? Everything aces?” I heard his laboured breathing behind me.
“Was ’til now.” he wheezed. “Wonderin’ why, you’se on my turf.”
I waved for him to sit. “Best sushi in town chief.” I spread a liberal amount of Japanese horseradish onto a dynamite roll. “You oughta try it; it’ll cure what ails ya.”
“What ‘ails’ me is you corrupting my men.”
I popped the roll into my mouth and savoured it. “Please, join me.”
“I don’t do raw fish.” He said.
“Afraid of what they been eatin’?” I joked.
“And their bedfellows, if you catch my drift.”

#5MinuteFiction – Week 53


On the porch there were pomegranate seeds and paint thinner, and upstairs there was a girl. Wyatt had stopped by the old house everyday since Melanie had moved in. She was attempting a rather large project in restoring the old porch on the pre-war mansion. The layers of different coloured paint was like a anthropological timeline of the history of southern Florida, or in laymen’s terms it looked like a half melted Gobstopper.

Wyatt knew what Melanie had been going through, the divorce in New York, the death of her father and having to return home to care for her sick mom and try to pick up the peices of her life. Wyatt wanted to help. He started by picking up the peices of the broken bowl and cleaning up the juice of the Pomegranite seeds that had been crushed against the pillar, then he went to work, revealing more and more history as the paint thinner peelled back time. Maybe he could turn back time too, back to when things were less complicated and him and Melanie used to walk down the dirt drive to school holding hands.

#HumpdayChallenge Week 16

Live Life
It was a crap shoot, a roll of the dice. For decades I had been safe, predictable, boring. That was all about to change. No regrets.

The sizzle and pop of bacon in my frying pan added to my hunger, the hot juice forming a lake of molten grease. I cracked an egg and watched it spread out; its white edges dancing on the boiling liquid. Healthy living was like going through life on cruise control and that’s no way to live. We’ll all die someday, I want to live today. Just add salt.