Melancholy madness meandering o’er the way.
Will mirth or magic save us?
Who’s to say.
written in response to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge prompt “melancholy”
and to the Word of the Day prompt “mirth”
photo credit Pexels
Melancholy Mirth
Author: J.E.M. Wildfire
Writer. Idealist. Romantic. Retired public defender. Crazy, childless, cat lady. Rock 'n' roller forever! Always a work in progress.
Democracy
The Seagulls’ Fence
The falling slat startled the roosting seagulls.
“Whadaya doin’, Tommy? Supposed to be mendin’ fence not breakin’.”
“Damn gulls don’t belong this far inland.”
“They’s travellers. Sea in the morning. Eat. Home here at night.”
“Yeah? They need-a keep goin’ ‘stead-a shittin’ all over granpaw’s fence.”
“Breakin’ the fence ain’t gonna stop ’em from comin’ here, long as that compost sits there.”
“Why? Y’jus’ said they eat at sea.”
“Oh, they’s always lookin’ for food. Don’t always have a taste for fish.”
“We’ll see ’bout that. They need-a leave.”
With compost moved and covered, gulls left. Fence got mended.
99 Words. Written in response to Carrot Ranch’s July 12 Flash Fiction Challenge and to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Gulls photo prompt courtesy wildverbs.
Spy
Spyglass searching. Spies spying. Seditionist snagged.
Written in response to J.I.Rogers’ Six-Word Story Challenge: spy
Treason
“Do not blame Caesar, blame the people of Rome who have so enthusiastically acclaimed and adored him and rejoiced in their loss of freedom and danced in his path and gave him triumphal processions. Blame the people who hail him when he speaks in the Forum of the ‘new, wonderful good society’ which shall now be Rome, interpreted to mean ‘more money, more ease, more security, more living fatly at the expense of the industrious.'” – Marcus Tullius Cicero
J.E.M. Wildfire 