Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Thursday, 18 September 2008
When you don't listen
Bums in the Attic
Yes they are in the garage attic out of my husband’s way.
Heavens! Why?
Well, when ever he sees one he sucks the knobbly bits dry and lick’s the hole clean.
OMG It’s disgusting.
Yes we can't eat the buns afterwards.
Oh no, how embarrassing, I thought you said Bums!
NB in England this pun does not work as Bums is a polite but vulgar word for bottom. But be thankful you were going to get a description of where a mass murderer stored his body parts…and yes rows of bums in the attic!
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.