“Don’t say anything,”
“Well if you’d turned where I told you we wouldn’t be lost now.”
“Yes dear…you know…wait what is that standing in the road.”
Joe and his wife looked down the road.
“If I didn’t know better I would say it is Bigfoot.”
“Joe, Bigfoot does not wear a short and jeans.”
“But look at the big hairy feet…”
“He’s thumbing a ride…are you going to pick him up?”
Joe pulled the car over.
The car door opened and he squeezed himself in.
“Hi, my name is Harry. Thanks for giving me a lift
The fifth grouping of Micro Flash Fiction Stories.
— Read on letterpile.com/creative-writing/Micro-Flash-Fiction-5
“Be right there,” He yelled as he pulled up his jeans. The clockmaker headed from the back room to his workshop. There stood a man holding a pocket watch.
“Can I help you?”
“Yes, I heard you are the best clockmaker in the city.”
“I wouldn’t call myself the best, but I’m good.”
The customer laid the pocket watch on the counter.
The old clockmaker looked at it. “Ive never seen anything like it before.”
“Nor do I think you ever will. At least in your lifetime.”
“What
“I am from a time when winters are cold and long.
Happy boarded the 6 PM bus from Market St to Franklin Ave like he did everyday after work. He sat down in his usual seat, the fifth one on the left. He sat down to relax on his ride home. He noticed a baseball cap sitting on the seat next to him. He picked the cap up and examined it. The cap had the sales tag attached. A new hat. Someone must have dropped the hat out of their bag.
“Their loss, “ He thought.
He ripped off the tag and put the cap on. He could hear people’s thoughts.
The odd man remained silent, forcing a small copper box into my hands.
I looked at the box. “What’s this?”
He remained silent.
I examined the box. There didn’t seem to be anything extraordinary about it. I tried to lift the lid. The box didn’t open. I looked up at the odd man.
“How do I open it?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
I shrugged mine back. “What’s that supposed to mean. You give me a nondescript copper box and expect me to know what to do with it.”
“I was only told to deliver it.”
With that he left.
The ghost was eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when he walked into the kitchen. His first instinct was to turn and run. Instead he just stood there.
“”You know it’s impolite to stare.”
Joe blinked and shook his head. “Huh…what?”
“I said, it’s impolite…”
“I heard you..I’ve just never seen a ghost eat before. Cone to think of it I’ve never seen a ghost before.”
“Don’t get used to it. I’m just passing through.”
Joe just stood there.
“Get it…passing through.”
“I got it…want really that funny.”
“Way to hurt a ghosts feelings.
“I’m not as bad as you may think I am.”
“Shut up evil one.”
“Oh, gonna resort to name calling. Okay, yeah I’m the big bad wolf. I do have street creds to uphold but I’m not a bad guy.”
“You ate my grandmother.”
“Hello, I am a wolf. I eat meat, Red”
“Well your meat eating days are over…”
You can’t kill me Red…you and I go way back…”
“If you call going way back..you trying to kill me every time we meet. What’s the deal with that anyway?”
“It is nothing personal, I’m a wolf.”
A short story about answering an add for a Guardian Angel
— Read on hubpages.com/literature/the-annoying-angel-a-short-story
Be careful of what you want. It may come to pass.
“We are not getting married.”
“Why not? I love you!
“No Frank, you just think you’re in love with me.”
“What…Dolores that’s ridiculous. My every thought is of you. I go to bed at night, you’re on my mind. I get up in the morning, you’re on my mind. If that is not love I don’t know what love is.”
“Frank you have to let it go. You know I can’t be with you. We are from two different worlds.”
“It shouldn’t matter if we love…”
“Frank, I’m a ghost you have to let me go to move on.”
