Six Word Stories #26

The cellist’s strum composes her hum.

by TONY SINGLE
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Six Word Stories #24

Codeine. Bourbon. Now I can escape.

by TONY SINGLE
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Six Word Stories #21

Tuxedo cat sauntered into my affections.

by TONY SINGLE
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100 WORD SKITTLE // Keb’s Descent

Do you remember where you were the day the red god fell? Like a cannon shot from the heavens it was, and I was only six. Ma was bouncing me off her knee. She stopped that quick smart. A lot of things stopped that day. My childhood for one.

I couldn’t possibly comprehend all that this singular moment of deity impacting earth would take from me, but I’d soon come to. I’d learn that suddenly pa was gone, that I’d have to step up’ and be ‘the man of the household’.

There would be no more pony rides for me.

by TONY SINGLE
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Six Word Stories #19

The pinnacle of evolution? Her rosebuds.

by TONY SINGLE
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