by Michael Seese
A cold and rainy weekend in Chagrin Falls. And the dog is having, shall we say, digestive issues.
And on the writing front, we have the "Darius The Great Flash Fiction" contest. Janet Reid follower and frequent poster Adib Khorram has a book, Darius the Great is Not Okay, coming out in August.
To commemorate the release Janet asked us to use
in a 100-word story. My entry is "Up In Arms."
The guys with the great big guns seemed surly. I suspect it had something to do with the warhead I borrowed.
"Where bomb be?” the unibrow barked in English so broken it was beyond repair.
Apparently, I'd advertised the sale on TerrorismForDummies.com. These Iranians put the “HA!” in jihad. Still, armed only with a shovel, I was underdressed for the party.
“Let’s not get our sirwals in a bunch. I'll let you have it. Gladly. One question. Coffee or tea?"
"That's what stewardesses ask folks when they fly," I said, fingering the button and counting back from ten.
This is a case where I definitely could have used about 20 more words. Oh well.