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Without A Clue

July 26, 2016 Marsha Mellow Leave a comment

Cornelius lost his head…just went completely off. One moment he was calm, cool and collected, the next – frantic and frustrated. He had no idea where he left the darned thing. It was gone without a clue. Sometimes he left it somewhere he wanted to remember to return to later (which was smart, right?) but couldn’t remember where it was later without his head. Some times it just rolled off and bounced away on its own. Somebody said he should get it fixed… but it wasn’t broken. That’s just the way he was. Besides, what would all the others say if HIS was permanent…but what does everybody else do when they lose theirs? Oh phoooey!! Permanent heads…..that’s just crazy, it just isn’t done!

***While we stay strictly and completely away from politics on this blog, I can’t help but notice how much John’s image resembles the American electorate in each election cycle (although for this one – 2016 – I should have an image of a moron chugging draino). It was originally published in Analog Magazine, Sept., 2006. My short, flash-fiction fragment is good for keeping my twitter friends comfortable. Long posts make them skiddish. -Marsha

Flash Fiction, fragment

I Am Joe’s Big Left Toenail

July 19, 2016 Marsha Mellow Leave a comment

I am Joe’s big left toe nail. See me soar through the air like a demented boomerang. I know not where I shall land but I’ll probably miss the trash bin because Joe’s ability to aim the stuff he spits out is for shit.

I guess Joe finally got tired of my glorious reign at the tip of his big toe as master of all I surveyed. I must have threatened his manhood (or ruined the toe of one too many socks). He tried to clip me with a fingernail trimmer but I valiantly resisted – and broke it – so he got pissed off, sat down on the toilet and bit me right off his toe with his teeth.

I say, ‘Good riddance to Joe!’ I shall become king of all the gross stuff next to his overflowing trash can – as I can see that I am already the mightiest of all the toe nails there and I shall rule for an eternity, since Joe is far too lazy to clean his friggin’ bathroom, which smells like the squeaky ass end of a dead rhinoceros on a hot, sunny day.

***Yes, we have the cult classic “Fight Club” to thank for the inspiration for this flash-fiction fragment. It originated as a prompt in our Saturday ‘Free-Write’ workshop with the Montclair NJ Write Group. I pilfered the “Feet” image from one of John’s horrible Clown illustrations, slated for publication in 2017 in our book, “Bludgeon the Clown”. -Marsha

fragment

Goblin

November 24, 2015 Marsha Mellow Leave a comment

Don’t look at me like that! I knew he was a Goblin all along. He made no secret of it. I thought he was kinda hot…in that greenish, warty way – with long, sharp tusks and the rancid smell of rotting puppies. Turns out we have a lot in common – HAH!!…not what you’re thinking (my tusks are neither long nor sharp). Really though, we found that we both have terrible luck in romance with our own species. Why, just yesterday he confided to me that despite my incredible human ugliness, I was so much better than any ogress he’d ever had (so adorable)…and I had to admit the same. Intellectually, we’re a perfect match. He loves my awful Clown poetry and I love when he stomps about smashing things with a fat gnarly club – while we both hate smartass intellectuals and both have a kinky thing for exotic firearms…..aaaaaah, true love at last.

***This should, in no way, be construed as a true story (and you better keep your damned mouth shut Delia, you weren’t even there!). The illustration was first used in 2013 by Surprising Stories DCWI. -Marsha