by Fred D. White
“Take me to your leader!” It pointed a weapon at my head. I said "Sure, no problem," and we drove to the White House. Once the panicked guards cleared the way for us, we headed to the Oval. It high-fived the President with its scaly hand and said, “Great job setting everything up, big guy! I’ll take over from here.”
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Fred D. White's fiction and humor have appeared in Bright Flash Literary Review, Chortle, Fictive Dream, The Nonconformist, The Thieving Magpie, and Drunk Monkeys. He lives in Folsom, CA.
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20260717
The Waking of the Grandfather
by Mel Elizondo
The last chocolate cheesecake pastry at the party no one wanted to be at but had to attend for reasons concerning the imminent time that fell on them lay on the chipped imitation gold plate. It was avoided by all and as a rule was noticed by everyone. After the incident where the door to the kitchen was opened and some of the kitchen and hospitality staff had to descend into the stagnant room where no one moved, one of the workers — new, not accustomed to the party, the past few hours, the occurrence with the clocks — entered. She grabbed the imitation gold plate, noticed the pastry, and, on her way back to the kitchen, popped it into her mouth. At once, there was a striking of the old Grandfather, a return to frenetic motion, a dialing up of the temperature. “Now you’ve done it, Eloise!” was said by one of the workers — and though the incident was later forgotten, buried in human subconscious was the memory of what came at taking the Last Piece Of Pastry at a party — and the waking of the Grandfather that came after.
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Mel Elizondo hopes you are well and in good health.
The last chocolate cheesecake pastry at the party no one wanted to be at but had to attend for reasons concerning the imminent time that fell on them lay on the chipped imitation gold plate. It was avoided by all and as a rule was noticed by everyone. After the incident where the door to the kitchen was opened and some of the kitchen and hospitality staff had to descend into the stagnant room where no one moved, one of the workers — new, not accustomed to the party, the past few hours, the occurrence with the clocks — entered. She grabbed the imitation gold plate, noticed the pastry, and, on her way back to the kitchen, popped it into her mouth. At once, there was a striking of the old Grandfather, a return to frenetic motion, a dialing up of the temperature. “Now you’ve done it, Eloise!” was said by one of the workers — and though the incident was later forgotten, buried in human subconscious was the memory of what came at taking the Last Piece Of Pastry at a party — and the waking of the Grandfather that came after.
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Mel Elizondo hopes you are well and in good health.
Posted by
Robert McEvily
20260716
The Risk-Taker
by Mary Oliver
No one yet has made a list of places where the extraordinary may happen and where it may not. Still, there are indications. Among crowds, in drawing rooms, among easements and comforts and pleasures, it is seldom seen. It likes the out-of-doors, it likes the concentrating mind. It likes solitude. It is more likely to stick to the risk-taker than the ticket-taker.
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Mary Oliver (1935-2019) was an award-winning American poet known for her hopeful and awe-inspired observations of nature. Her six sentences are excerpted from Blue Pastures.
No one yet has made a list of places where the extraordinary may happen and where it may not. Still, there are indications. Among crowds, in drawing rooms, among easements and comforts and pleasures, it is seldom seen. It likes the out-of-doors, it likes the concentrating mind. It likes solitude. It is more likely to stick to the risk-taker than the ticket-taker.
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Mary Oliver (1935-2019) was an award-winning American poet known for her hopeful and awe-inspired observations of nature. Her six sentences are excerpted from Blue Pastures.
Posted by
Robert McEvily
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