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The wooly tale of Dennis Snugtop

Dennis Snugtop wore the snazziest knitwear known to man. He was never happier than when the days grew shorter and the air turned colder. Whether he was sporting a cardigan, tank top, sweater or scarf, Dennis could be spotted a mile off.

“There goes Dennis,” people would say to other people that were unfamiliar with persons dressed in bright coloured winter wool all year long. During December, January and February his fashion sense made everybody smile.

In June 2012, Dennis Snugtop was suspicious by his absence. He was later found dead, having drowned in a pool of his own sweat.


Thank you to everyone that commented last week, sending well wishes. They were most appreciated and apologies that I didn’t get to thank you all individually. I’ll do that next – and hopefully make time to come read all your stories that I missed due to job hunting!

This piece is submitted as part of the wonderful Friday Fictioneers. You can find all the information you need at Rochelle’s blog, where you’ll also find 100 new stories from other talented writers every week.

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Handle With Care

“This is genius,” thought Arthur. “Nobody is ever going to find me in here. I am quite literally the best at hiding.”

Minutes passed.

Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out a packet of chewing grass.

Arthur chewed.

Hours passed.

“Ppfftt,” he said out loud.

Another hour passed.

“The thing about hiding,” he mused, “is that you’ve got to think outside the box.” Arthur laughed out loud before quickly covering his mouth with a hoof.

Downstairs, Trevor, Martin and Brian heard the bleating laughter from the storage cupboard. They exchanged glances, smiled, and returned to their game of poker.

 


 

This piece was submitted as part of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. 1 photograph. 100 words. Sometimes over 120 people taking part.

Apologies for not commenting as much last week. I ran out of time thanks to work, family, work, cooking and usual daily stuff amped up to 11. I do hope to read a lot more of your stories this week.

And hey, if you still can’t get enough of silly flash fiction– why not check out my  eBook, People WatchingUS link hereUK link there.

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Inbox (1)

The email landed in his inbox.

He’d been staring at the empty screen for a while now even though, really, he hadn’t been expecting anything to arrive, yet there it was.

He sat and stared, not daring to click it. He knew he shouldn’t have sent a mail in the first place. He knew it was wrong, but the gut wrenching feelings inside of him had reached out and typed the message without his permission.

He was helpless, yet he was to blame. He may not have written the email but he most definitely sent it.

The email stared back, unblinking and inviting.

He bit his lip, and slid the mouse forward.

Click

His heart stopped for a moment. The hairs on his skin stood on end and his eyes scanned the simple text back and forth. He closed his eyes and mouthed the words over and over.

“I miss you, too”.

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