|Very Slight Stories | Like short stories, only shorter.||
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
The Sea Breeze
The breeze blows dust and sand over a vast field by the sea. A woman with a guitar stands in the middle of the field, and next to her is another woman who's holding a tambourine. The one with the guitar starts playing and sings: "The hall floor is covered in blue paint again..."
In a pub late at night, Michelle sits at the bar with Nick. He buys her a drink, and they listen to the music. She says, "My clothesline blew down." There are only a few other people left in the pub now.
On a cold afternoon they walk around the gardens, and stop by a small stream at the end. They look down into the water, and she says, "Was I telling you my clothes line blew down?"
They turn around to look at the monkey as he pretends to lecture a mouse about eating too many bananas, but Michelle suspects that it's really the monkey who ate them.
Andrew says, "I couldn't reach the hat in the tree. And I'm over six foot tall when I vandalise abandoned warehouses."
He regrets mentioning the vandalism. Michelle and Nick stare at him, but they're just wondering what height he is when he's not vandalising abandoned warehouses.
They walk back towards the house. The window in the shed is broken, and illegible words have been spray-painted across the side. Michelle thinks she can see the word 'blue'.
"And I think the monkey must have done that too," the woman in the field sings at the end of the song. As she plays the final chord, the woman next to her shakes the tambourine and smiles.
The Tree and the Horse
A Walk in the Rain
The East Cork Patents Office
Words are my favourite noises
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They Met a Bear
They stopped in a small seaside town and they went for a walk. They met a bear.
This is one version of the story. In another version, they met a sailor, and in this one they ended up being held at gunpoint on a speedboat and becoming unwilling participants in a diamond robbery while disguised as a cow, and sharing in the proceeds of that crime.
So when they tell the story they just say, "We met a bear. He waved at us."
The Story of the Fortune Teller and the Alarm Clock
A fortune teller threw an alarm clock at me. This story is deliberately lacking in details to mock the predictions of the fortune teller. Although she was right when she said she'd throw an alarm clock at me.
One. Two. Three, the study. Four, a candle stick. Five. Six...
Seven is missing, presumed dead. One has taken up the case, and two is helping him in his investigations. They both suspect six. Seven was last seen next to six in the garden.
But seven isn't really dead. He's consumed half a bottle of whiskey and he's currently in the orchard, talking to a rabbit. "One of us is as boring as a gate post," he says, "and it's not..." He stops to count on his fingers. "No, actually it is me."
Eight nine ten.
Debbie and his dog
Debbie was sick of people mistaking her for a man.
"Is your dog my parole officer?"
She was sick of people asking her that too.
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