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Next For Mel
“Choose.”
“What?” Mel was confused. It was 3 AM. Just moments before, he'd been pleasantly dreaming.
“You don't know what ‘choose’ means?”
“Huh?”
“CHOOSE, MEL!”
The irritated voice seemed to come from every direction, as though from out of a whirlwind.
“AND MAKE IT SOMETHING INANIMATE.”
This was it.
“TIME'S UP.”
Mel's life – if it could be called that – was over.
The angel had others to visit that Thursday and more important places to go.
“Couldn't I be a dog, or a goldfish?”
“REINCARNATION'S MAINLY INTO LIFELESS OBJECTS, MEL.”
People don't realize.
“Like...into an old basketball?”
“SO BE IT!”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
Life Misspelled
Intelligent machines probe not only my words, but also the silent spaces between words, searching for hidden doors to secret rooms. As a kid, I won a goldfish at the county fair by tossing a ping-pong ball into the fish’s bowl. My mom flushed Goldie down the toilet while I was at school. I think of it sometimes when I see Nazis invading Poland on the History Channel. “Last name?” the woman behind the counter asks, eyes on the computer screen, hands poised on the keyboard. “Good,” I say. “How do you spell that?” “Like God, but with two o’s.”From Guest Contributor Howie Good
Howie is the author most recently of Stick Figure Opera: 99 100-word Prose Poems from Cajun Mutt Press. He co-edits the online journals Unbroken and UnLost.
Past Life As A Goldfish
You don't believe me, Doctor!
It's not what I believe, you believe it.
Our apartment number is 911.
Joe, really, it means nothing.
You think it is a coincidence?
Coincidences happen, Joe.
I'm starving! I can't breathe!
Dr. Adams knew that he should do something. Even though he was a psychiatrist he never could stand seeing a grown man cry. He texted his admitting orders to the hospital.
Then he texted Joe's wife. He needed her to hold off serving Joe with divorce papers.
He looked it up... "googled" they used to say... left alone for days, many pets died.
From Guest Contributor E. Barnes
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