Inktober – Page 2 – Little Fears

Inktober Day Fifteen – Weak

“So weak I can’t pull up an ear of corn, eh?” he sighed.

She watched the grains drop. Hoping for a blockage that never came. Knowing that when her time was up, she’d be in there with them.

“She might look a bit funny, but trust me,” he sighed, “if your name ain’t down, you ain’t getting in.”

“Hey dad,” said the child, “look at the size of them!”
“I know,” replied the father. “Tiny, aren’t they?”

Suspended in the air, Sprite looked down and sighed as history repeated itself. This was exactly how his last relationship had ended.

So she decided, ‘feck it, just go with it.’

“Human life is precious,” she argued. “Besides which, they taste nicer than other farm animals.”

As the star loomed closer, astronomers agreed, there could be worse fates than worlds colliding.

The worst thing about insomnia is facing the night terrors while awake.

“Brah,” said Dribbles. “Got a Kleenex?”
“Nope,” sighed Sprite. “Got an umbrella?”