Ball of String
Ron leaned back in his chair, resting the back against the side of the station. An old rusty yellow and green pickup truck was making its way down the highway in his direction. He unscrewed the top of his Snapple bottle and drank a deep draught of the amber mango iced tea therein. The truck approached. It did not slow.
The fine mist of dust stirred up by the tires of passing vehicles left a residue on everything in the station. The gas pump gauges were hardly visible through the layer of dirt and sand. The concrete walkway he perched upon was covered in the fine-grained earth. Inside the store was not left untouched. He would have to feather dust the merchandise if he wanted any kind of chance to sell any of it.
A Tiger Tale
The metal cage in the musty weather worn barn rattled with the constant pacing of the cat behind them. The regal beast in its fur coat eyed him as he wheeled his cart along. The smell of rotting meat wafted through the air, had woken the tiger from its naps. Dinner time was near.
The tiger exhibited the characteristic yellow orange and black stripes of its species. It measured nine feet long without its tail and weight over 500 pounds. The cat was a formidable adversary as he well knew. He stopped by the workbench to retrieve his cattle prod…
Mary Annette
The moving van pulled out of the driveway and drove away. He stopped on his front porch to rest. He always found moving stressful. And tiring. He pulled one of the moving boxes over and sat on it. The neighborhood of arts and crafts style homes was alive. Kids were playing down the street. The mailman was dropping his letters and packages into the mailboxes.
A gentle summer wind was blowing, which was a comfort to his sweaty body. He enjoyed the sound the leaves made when the wind whipped though the trees. The dark clouds on the horizon told of a coming storm. The lawn would need this moisture, August would be here eventually, and the grass would cry for moisture…
Retirees
“Not there!” He opened the front door and burst onto the front porch. “I just planted seed there!”
The neighbor to the east was walking his dog, and the canine had decided the best place to deposit his morning poo was Del Pfilbern’s front lawn. It shouldn’t have been a surprise to Del, but he had been trying to grow grass in that area for years now and any disturbance in the soil might injure the tender shoots the seed was just now giving forth…
Churlish Tales of Nonsensical Sophistry
First published in 2017, ‘Churlish Tales’ offers such tales as :
Monstrous Ailment
Bunker Down
The Werewolf Hunters