The micro fiction near miss
I sincerely apologise for what is to come, but I couldn't help myself
The other day I walked into a bar; my shin still hurts. I noticed a horse serving behind the counter and asked. “Why the long face?” He said, “this piece of string was in earlier trying to buy a drink, and though I told him no, over and over, he kept coming back. The last time he came to me all tied up and frizzled and I just gave up and served him.”
I asked the horse what he ordered. He hung his big sad head and told me his tale. “The string asked for a flaming shot of vodka. In his excitement, he threw it down, lit himself on fire and in a flash, went up like a sparkler. We only just cleaned up all the water, after the sprinklers went off.”
I haven’t had a drink since.
If I have offended any horse lovers or those who have recently lost a treasured bit of twine, I am so very sorry.
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Phil Flannery
Damn it, I'm 61 now, which means I'm into my fourth year on Vocal, I have an interesting collection of stories. I love the Challenges and enter, when I can, but this has become a lovely hobby.
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Gave me a chuckle, thank you!
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This is spectacular...just so funny from start to finish. Love it!