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#quikfic 52

Posted on May 24, 2013May 20, 2013 by bryon

I put towels at every door and window, but despite my efforts the rising water from the new reservoir kept seeping into my home.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, futility, reservoir, seepage, towels, water

#quikfic 51

Posted on May 17, 2013May 12, 2013 by bryon

My dog kept me awake half the night with his barking. I don’t know why. It was the neighbors’ home that was broken into, not mine.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, bark, burglary, dog, home, neighbor

#quikfic 50

Posted on May 10, 2013May 6, 2013 by bryon

The flipped coin landed on its edge. Allison honored our bet and slept with me. Can’t wait to see what else that magic store has.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, bet, cheating, coin, magic, sex

#quikfic 49

Posted on May 3, 2013April 27, 2013 by bryon

My kids went home with their mother, leaving two dozen Easter eggs in the fridge. I ate one daily and remembered the fun we’d had.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, children, Easter, egg, food, kids, lonely, separated

#quikfic 48

Posted on April 26, 2013April 22, 2013 by bryon

“You want my body?” she asked. “God, yes!” he said. “Good. I want yours.” She drew her gun and fired. “At the bottom of a lake.”

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, death, gun, lake, murder, sex, shoot, surprise

#quikfic 47

Posted on April 19, 2013April 15, 2013 by bryon

“Tell me, Fenster, how is being a ghost working out for you?” “Well, Tom, not so great, actually. I’m barely eeking out a living.”

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, ghost, pun, work

#quikfic 46

Posted on April 12, 2013April 6, 2013 by bryon

Spring and its storms came. But the ghosts went silent and troubled us no more as we exchanged our weary thoughts for the garden.

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, garden, ghosts, quiet, spring, storms, thoughts, weary, winter

#quikfic 45

Posted on April 5, 2013March 31, 2013 by bryon

He dumped the roach out of his mug and poured in fresh coffee. “Fifteen years in this damned job, it’s way too late to get picky.”

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, coffee, hopelessness, job, mug, roach

#quikfic 44

Posted on March 29, 2013March 25, 2013 by bryon

When he lowered the tray in front of him, Bob found a note: “Sorry about what my baby did to your seat on the previous flight.”

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, airline, baby, first class and with children, mess, note, seat, travel, tray

#quikfic 43

Posted on March 22, 2013March 18, 2013 by bryon

“And what is the worst sin?” the revivalist shouted. A voice replied, “You foolin’ around with my sister behind this here tent!”

Posted in #quikfic Tagged #quikfic, evangelist, hypocrite, revivalist, sin, sister, tent
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