Another light-hearted one:

Ugg stretched his long legs out in front of him, parted to make space for the crude offerings he worked to prepare. To his left, he tossed a few twigs to the baby sun god he’d captured. The tiny deity had quite the appetite for vegetation, the drier the better.

He hadn’t told his wife Glerg about his good fortune yet but waited for her to return from her daily visit to the stream for water.

She alerted him to her presence with an ear-piercing scream. Continue reading →

This was my bleary-eyed re-entry into the weekly Sunday night flash fiction challenge, written after a 10 hour international flight followed by a nearly three hour commute from SeaTac Airport to home.  It’s a little light in the loafers but was intended to convey some sly humor at the perception of American tourists in France.

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“You better run, Eva, because when I catch you, you’re gonna get it!” Jonah laughed as he chased Eva in front of Notre Dame, the world famous medieval church in Paris, France.

They had chosen Paris for their honeymoon because it seemed like the most romantic place at the time plus they’d both taken French in college and wanted to put their linguistic skills to use. Continue reading →