mail

Snow White, Princess, gets her mail up at the castle.

The rest of us, dwarfs, reside back there in the trailer park.

The correct terminology, when it comes to dwarfism, varies from country to country, between different cultures and even from person to person; the one thing that everyone can agree on is that most people would rather be referred to by their name than by a label.

 

For Three Line Tales

The History of Courage

“Son, you either have courage or you don’t. You don’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“You ran away from Chuck at school. You said so yourself.”

“I ran away because he’s a bully twice my size.”

“If you had courage, you would have stood up to him.”

“Why? That would have been stupid.”

“Because it’s the right thing to do with a bully. You can stop him from being a bully.”

“How is that going to stop him? Because he’ll get kicked out of school after beating the crap out of me? He doesn’t care about that. He’d like it. I’d be doing him a favor.”

“What about your self-respect?”

“My self-respect is fine. It’s your respect I’m worried about. Do I need to come home missing some teeth to earn it?”

“What if Chuck is bullying a kid even smaller than you?”

“Well, Dad, now that you mention it, let me remind you. Chuck was bullying me. Whose job is it to look after me?”

“I’m an adult. I can’t come to your school and beat up a kid.”

“You can come to school with me and speak to the principal. You can come with me to Chuck’s house and speak to his dad.”

“That’s… I’m… I’m not much of a… Your mother might…”

 

For terribleminds

the leaders

two men

their tension

freeze melt freeze melt

a billion lives

East and West

hang upon

their whims

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

vacation

 

the resort will be rebuilt

higher up this time

condolences

 

P hoto by Jeremy Bishop via Unsplash
For Three Line Tales

boxing

 

“You’ve got to quit.”

“I can’t quit. We need the money.”

“We need you more than we need the money. You keep getting beat up.”

“I’m paid to get beat up.”

“They couldn’t pay you enough for that. You’re a father .”

“What am I going to do if I don’t fight?”

“What are you going to do when you can’t fight?”

“I used to be able to think. I’ve caught so many to the head, I can’t think anymore. I can’t get another job.”

“Which is harder to get, another job or another family?”

 

Photo prompt © J Hardy Carroll
For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

 

raven

A raven adopted me at my cabin in the north woods. I named him Edgar. We had a casual relationship, based on food and togetherness.

Edgar roamed the woods at will. One day, he brought home a crow, whom I named Allan.

Allan generally gave me a wide berth, unlike Edgar, who would perch on my shoulder. Allan and I competed for Edgar’s affections. I sensed that Allan was gradually winning.

When the two birds built a nest together and Allan laid eggs in it, I changed her name to Ellen.

The hybrid babies took me for their godfather.

 

For Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge

pillow talk

[the challenge: use synonyms for table, sleep, take, foot, black.]

 

“Let’s defer this discussion.”

“You have a problem with those of a dusky hue. What’s to discuss?”

“I don’t have a problem with… It’s just that I was about to drift off here.”

“We don’t want to start out in the wrong direction. Might as well settle this now. No sense in you trying to say you didn’t say what you said.”

“I was just surprised.”

“To meet my dusky-hued mom? I’m not trying to pass.”

“I’m here now, aren’t I? Nice hotel. I paid the bill.”

“You paid the bill and now when I mention my mom you roll over with your back to me. How am I supposed to judge that?”

“You wore me out.”

“Uh huh.”

“All right. Tomorrow we’ll go visit my parents.”

 

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie

devotion

The lake is beautiful and so is your cabin, but watch out for that stray dog coming there.

Aw, that’s just old Shep. He’s ours.

I though he lived down at your house.

Yeah, we leave him there but he always runs the twenty miles up here anyway.

Jeez, that’s devotion.

 

For Five Lines or Less

my windmill

 

I bought the house because it was an incredible bargain. I didn’t think the windmill would be a problem. I signed the sale papers without reading the fine print.

I can’t build a swimming pool near the mill, or even start a garden. As an historic structure, it’s protected, along with the grounds around it.

The public must have access.

If the structure burns, I’ll be jailed without question.

I may not modernize it. No electrical equipment may be installed.

The bat problems may be mitigated but not abated.

I may not rent out rooms in it.

So I quit my job at the bank and reopened the damned thing. The green locals who grow their own corn and grains keep me in business.

It’s one of those lemons/lemonade things.

 

Words: 128
Photo by Fandango
For FFfAW Challenge

premonition

I had a strong feeling

That doing what I did

Was going to

Cause me

Pain

Unfortunately

It was not a premonition

Unfortunately

It was a postmonition

 

For Daily Post