Lady Smoke

She just stood there. Watching her.

The door handle was hot enough to melt her skin. Her right hand useless. Her left hand wrapped in a t-shirt. Better luck this time.

Almost blinded by smoke, she could still see her. She ran down the stairs, the heat singeing her hair. Her tear ducts couldn’t function. Her eyes were dry. She reached the front door.

She stood watching from the top of the stairs.

She was outside, coughing, lungs filled with smoke. She felt dizzy. There she was. Standing over her.

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Screen Time

She stood by the console, looking at her laptop screen. She composed herself. She hadn’t expected it to be like this.

She adjusted her screen. Interestingly, she had no reflection. She turned to look at the body, laying sideways on the floor, still half in the fallen chair.

As the paramedics hammered on the door, she sighed knowing it was too late. She wasn’t coming back from this one.

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Ants Legs

He held the magnifying glass above the ant. Every time it started to burn, it managed to get out from the focus of the heat.

“Try pinchin’ it’s legs off,” said James.

He reached down, gently holding the ant under his thumb, and sheared each leg off with his nail.

Once immobile, the lens came back out, the ant began burning again.

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Bad Zoos

“It was chuffing awful,” moaned Cloud.

“What’s that?” asked Fuen.

“We went to a zoo this morning,” sighed House.

“It was tiny,” said Cloud.

“They had one exhibit,” grumbled House. “Just one dog.”

“Ah,” said Fuen. “Shih Tzu?”

“The worst,” replied Cloud.

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Shoplifting Clouds

“Well,” sighed Cloud, “I need to sort out my shoplifting problem.”

“Oh,” said Cloud. “How is that working out?”

“Not as well as I’d hoped,” grumbled Cloud.

“No rush though aye?” asked Cloud.

“I guess not,” sighed Cloud. “I’m just taking things one day at a time.”

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Garden Furniture

“Another argument,” asked Fuen.

“Yeah,” sighed Sprite.

“What is it this time?” asked Fuen.

“The missus says we need more garden furniture,” grumbled Sprite. “My daughter disagrees.”

“Your missus has a point,” said Fuen.

“Eh,” replied Sprite. “I’m sitting on the fence.”

 

Old Lives

He stood on the ledge. A wave of dizziness washed over him. He did a 2-step stagger, but remained upright.

“Once it’s done,” said Jake, “I get my old life back?”

“Of course,” said Lucy.

He looked at the concrete below. Closing his eyes, he took his last step.

Lucy looked over the ledge at the red stain.

“Should have specified which old life you wanted back,” grinned Lucy.

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Sprites Health

“Lord, help me,” pleaded Sprite.

“What’s up?” asked Sprite.

“I think I have hypochondria,” replied Sprite.

“Do you know what hypochondria is?” asked Sprite.

“No idea,” said Sprite. “But I know I’ve got it.”

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Lemon Trees

“I had a friend who dedicated his entire life to nurturing a lemon tree,” said Sprite.

“Nice,” replied Spectre.

“Yeah,” said Sprite. “Eighty-seven years, man and boy. Right up until the day it was struck by lightning and toppled over on top of him.”

“Damn,” said Spectre. “Did that kill him?”

“Oh aye,” said Sprite. “It was a bitter blow.”

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London Underground

She ran onto the escalator, looking down behind her. It stopped at the bottom of the stairs, watching her.

Its short body, awkward arms and legs. It watched her as she rode upwards, to the street, to freedom. It sniffed the air, closing its clear white eyes. She was convinced they could smell her blood. They’d roared into a frenzy when she’d cut her leg running up the tracks.

Nearly there. She looked ahead again and ran up the last few metal steps.

“Sorry,” said the ticket attendant at the top. “They need feeding.”

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