Microfiction: Pardon My Puns
Argh, me hearties!
My 17-year-old daughter Christina was in a play last week called “My Imaginary Pirate.” The cast was splendid and my daughter’s performance brilliant, of course. Although written and performed to appeal to a young audience, it offered plenty of humor for adults, as well. Yo-ho-ho!
After Saturday night’s performance, Papa treated the family to yogurt at Five Spot, a little shop that offers about 10-14 different flavors of soft, self-serve yogurt (Island Coconut, Cake Batter, Lemon Fridge Pie, etc.) and a treasure chest full of fresh toppings.
We filled our yo-ho-hogurt cups with ooh-gobs of yummy—though not ill-gotten—booty (since it all went directly to my booty I am aware of the irony) and went outside to enjoy the evening. A little girl came by with her dad and became very shy with Christina, finally asking if she was in “the pirate play.” The little girl saw the play Friday as part of an elementary school field trip and recognized Christina as one of the actors. Christy talked to her for a bit, and the child was thrilled, as was Christy to have been recognized by a little “fan.” Argh!
Now, me hearties, on to this week’s microfiction where 140 characters must tell the tale!
Grandma’s Goulash graciously hosts Succinctly Yours, the wonderful meme for those of us addicted to microfiction. The trick is to write a story in 140 characters or less using the photo below as inspiration. To add to the challenge is the word of the week, “mired.” My stories are below.
Ty watched in horror as little Em sank, mired in the oak’s deciduous onslaught.“I’ll get help!” he said.“No!” she cried. “Don’t leaf me!”
“Aaargh!” Mia screamed. “The leaves are attacking us!”“Nah,” Bo laughed. “Gram won’t be happy, but Grandpa rewired the leaf blower again.”
Thanks for visiting, ye not-so-barnacled bloggers. See you on Wednesday for the naked truth about . . . being lazy.
Have a great week!