She Looked On The Bright Side

“Going to the wedding, are you?” The SuperValu cashier jigged the question as the wiry woman with blowzy white hair fished coins from her purse for the crossword lotto cards lying on the counter. “Here you go, exactly.” She plunked the coins down and scooped up her cards. “Hope you’re a winner. Spelling games are my pet picks,” quipped the cashier. “Yes, I deserve a good spell; even though these daily lotto spoil everything. I’ll be back in a short bit to bet on today’s talk of the town. I have a hunch the odds are running in my favor.”

From Guest Contributor M.J. Iuppa

The Spy Who Couldn't Spell

Agent Baker scribbled fervently on his notepad. Dr. Kupfernickel would return any minute.

The footsteps warned him. He folded his note into the perfect paper airplane and launched it through the window just as the door swung open. Baker turned confidently to face his adversary.

The paper airplane glided across the square and into the waiting arms of Agent Donnelly, who quickly read the missive.

"Is this message encoded?" asked Donnelly's puzzled partner.

"Baker is dyslexic. He can't spell. He said to wait here until he gives explicit orders. So we wait here."

They found Baker's body two weeks later.