Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 26-10-2013
Dino was found partially devoured yet inexplicably moving, so they put him down. The children were in hysterics, beyond intelligible, and Betty was missing. “Not good; not good at all,” Fred muttered to himself, the hairs on his neck prickling. He called for Wilma. He was late for work and fairly certain that Barney had just become the Stone Age’s zombie zero.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 22-06-2013
Rescuers found the Sopwith Camel weeks after its disappearance in the high mountains of Peru. Snoopy was found – impossibly thin, but alive – sitting near a meager fire (burning the last of the plane itself). “Linus?” they asked, spotting no one, and the dog hung his head low. In Snoopy’s food bowl, a clean fibula … for a dog bed, a scrap of blue blanket. No one spoke of what he’d had to do to survive when the medics came.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 07-06-2013
Bruce had a company event this evening, so a limo would be called; it would be a peaceful night in the cave. “As peaceful as I want it to be,” laughed Blackwheel, the autobot who served secretly as the Batmobile. He thought it might be fun to drive out to the country, transform, give his regards to Optimus Prime, and kick some Decepticon ass. “Nothing says ‘weekend’ like a little battle for world domination,” Blackwheel laughed again, revving the engine and turning the radio on.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 22-05-2013
Their family entered the Witness Protection Program and that was that. They stopped being “Garstopovich” and became “Brown”, moving to some podunk, middle-of-nowhere town populated with rejects: the grown kid who carried a blanket around, the evil girl who wanted to be a psychiatrist, the piano prodigy, the little hippy chick who wore sandals all year. “At least they let me have a dog; the dog seems cool,” Ivan murmured to himself (he who was now called “Charlie”).
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 21-05-2013
Olivia spent the afternoon interviewing the monk, walking the manicured grounds of the temple with him, sharing a meal with his awestruck students, and discussing the nature of suffering in plain terms. The monk spoke with great energy and humor, his large eyes and long nose giving him an almost cartoonish expression. “It is natural to desire,” he said with a grin, “but it is better to practice detachment with the objects of our desire … so that we do not become ensnared in desiring. Enlightenment is freedom – a raising up of our consciousness from the base level of wanting to a serene contemplation of how all things exist and are connected.” “Esteemed Coyote Rinpoche,” began one of his students and Olivia’s mouth opened wide as the realization hit her. “Coyote,” she murmured. “Wile E Coyote.” If anyone was qualified to talk about obsession, it was him.
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 25-06-2012
When they came to do the news story, Charlie was in disbelief. War hero? WAR HERO? Why had he never said? Landscapers had found the buried medal out in the yard near the rose bush; that was what had started all of the fuss. Now, as the Distinguished Flying Cross was presented to its owner once again, his friend stood straight and tall, a paw raised in salute. “I thought you were deranged,” Charlie whispered as a proud tear rolled down his face, “but you really got the Red Baron, didn’t you, Snoop?”
Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 19-06-2012
“It would be nice sometimes, I think,” Tigger said, trying to make a serious face,” to not be on my own so much of the time, springing about – to be part of a twosome, not a whosome!” He bobbed around on his tail, trying not to spill his cider. “That sounds reasonable enough, of course,” replied Hobbes, taking a sip, “but then you find out that your twosome is gruesome and the other whosome is seriously warped!” They each sighed, clinked glasses, and smiled.