Baldwin

“Do you have it, Fred?”

“Got it.”

“And how about you, Lou?”

“Trust me. I've got it.”

“And Mel?”

Ed was head of the crew. They needed to take Mrs. Franzberg's piano up to the second floor. Ed repeated the question.

“Hey, you, Mel?”

“Piece ‘a cake, Ed.”

So now they were ready to lift the grand piano up the staircase.

“Okay… Here we go. One, two…”

“Wait a min…”

That was Mel.

“Three.”

Damn, Mel didn't have it again. There's always a weak link in piano transport. It was too bad, because it had been a very fine Baldwin.

From Guest Contributor David Sydney

A Good Day

My day wasn’t a wasted one after all, he said to the man in the mirror while washing the blood from his hands. He lifted his shirt and uncovered a nasty wound on his abdomen. His clothes were ruined, those stains would never wash out.

The radio was on and reported on events earlier that day:“...concerning the mystery man who saved two children from a burning building. The man jumped through a window on the second floor carrying the infants. He might be in need of some medical attention…”

Not a bad day at all, said the Superhero. From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys

Hervé Suys (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing whilst recovering from a sports injury. He writes his disturbing fiction generally barefooted and hatless.