Tales of humour, whimsy and courgettes
She gasped as the tentacle slid around her stomach.
Her husband, that pitiful man, leaned over the top of the well. “Are you OK?”
“I’m fine,” she called back. After all, this was why she’d come here. She smiled as she felt the intense pressure on her stomach and the air leaving her lungs.
“Annie?” came a concerned voice from above.
“I’m fine,” she sighed back, as suckers formed on her fingers.
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“It’s a UFO!” said Cloud, for the umpteenth time.
“I still don’t see it!” said Sprite. “It’s just a field of wheat!”
“Let me have a look,” said Fuen.
Sprite handed Fuen the photo. Fuen studied the image for a moment. It was a low-resolution photo, depicting a field of wheat.
“Well?” sulked Cloud.
“I can’t make out a UFO,” said Fuen. “It’s too grainy.”
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“Good grief Spectre, you stink,” exclaimed Peacock.
“I know,” said Spectre. “Just been sacked from another job.”
“Oh dear,” said Peacock. “What was it this time?”
“Garbage collector,” sighed Spectre. “I was a rubbish driver…”
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“That’s an odd-looking jacket,” said Bird.
“Yeah, Spectre got it for me,” replied Sprite.
“It looks like it’s made of flower stems,” said Bird.
“Yes,” said Sprite. “I didn’t like it at first, but then it grew on me…”
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The Tap Dancer’s Dilemma played again, blended with the thumping of feet above.
Gerald crashed out of his flat, almost forgetting his cane.
“I’ve had enough!” he screamed, as he stumbled up the stairs with haste.
“Shut that shit off!” he yelled, banging on the door.
So they did.
Gerald regretted this, because then all he could hear was the sound of them breathing.
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Horse kicked the crumbling wall and gave a snort.
“What’s wrong?” asked Sprite.
“Just lost my new job after two hours as an acupuncturist,” moaned Horse.
“Oh dear,” replied Sprite. “What happened?”
“Eh…” sighed Horse. “I just didn’t get the point…”
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“Red has a job?” asked Cloud.
“He’s the local theatre’s chief locksmith,” replied Yuffie.
“I see,” said Cloud, not actually seeing. “Do they need a chief locksmith?”
“Oh yes,” replied Yuffie. “He’s a key employee!”
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“There’s a lot of waxy, yellow build-up,” said Amid.
“It’s not coming off with water,” sighed Sam.
“Yeah wax is a pain,” grumbled Amid.
“Acid bath?” suggested Sam.
“If we must,” grumbled Amid. “I just didn’t want to damage this one.”
Sean let out a muffled cry through the sock as Amid and Sam lifted him into the tub.
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“That’s a lot of magazines, Flower!” said Yuffie.
“New business venture,” said Flower.
“Oh?” inquired Yuffie.
“Gonna start a gardening magazine delivery service using ex-military flying drones,” said Flower.
“Ooh,” said Yuffie. “That’ll raise some issues…”
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“Good grief!” said Fuen, “did anybody survive?”
“Not a soul,” said Yuffie, as Cloud floated by.
“What’s ya talking about?” asked Cloud.
“A horror story. Sea monster attacking spirits with a refrigerator,” said Yuffie.
“Gosh,” said Cloud. “Sounds chilling…”
Little Fears 