торгую догмами и эскапизмами.
John had a drinking problem.
“Stop drinking,” his wife said.
“Hey, that just might work!”
He stopped the next day. Problem solved.
(c) 22-word Fiction Extravaganza by ~barnabus
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On the fifth, it tipped forward. Everyone’s eyes went wide. They gasped as it almost fell back into position on the sixth, but several cheers erupted when the seventh knocked it into an even more grabbable position, its fuzzy behind sticking up in the air. Some ran out to fetch others.
On the eighth, the claw wrapped itself around the doll, not so nicely between the legs. Not a breath released as it raised, but the slight jostle that occurred when it raised to its full height made it fall straight down into its prior position. Groans mixed with a shattered coffee cup.
The Crane Man remained indifferent, determined. He gauged his approach, watched as the claw made a full closure around the toy’s body, and plucked it up and over to the prize bin.
(c) The Crane Man by *triptychr
“Stop drinking,” his wife said.
“Hey, that just might work!”
He stopped the next day. Problem solved.
(c) 22-word Fiction Extravaganza by ~barnabus
***
On the fifth, it tipped forward. Everyone’s eyes went wide. They gasped as it almost fell back into position on the sixth, but several cheers erupted when the seventh knocked it into an even more grabbable position, its fuzzy behind sticking up in the air. Some ran out to fetch others.
On the eighth, the claw wrapped itself around the doll, not so nicely between the legs. Not a breath released as it raised, but the slight jostle that occurred when it raised to its full height made it fall straight down into its prior position. Groans mixed with a shattered coffee cup.
The Crane Man remained indifferent, determined. He gauged his approach, watched as the claw made a full closure around the toy’s body, and plucked it up and over to the prize bin.
(c) The Crane Man by *triptychr