On a Pedistal Table (flash fiction humor from 2015)

Few would disagree that going into the house was a test of raw stupidity; nor, would they argue that exiting alive would be anything less than a miracle. Then, what’s a little murder among friends at midnight. Besides, the mud colored sky only added to the allure of adventure. Thus, with mask affixed, he steeped over the threshold, through the open doorway, to be greeted by the sensuous aroma of chocolate and malt. A bowlful of Maltesers sat calling on a pedestal table to the right of the door. As he reached for a handful, she shot him; twice. The Director called “CUT!” Odd, thought the Director, this simple scene had already used six takes and two bowls of Maltesers; ‘when will they stick to the script and stop eating the candy!’
(On a Pedestal Table, © Steven S. Walsky, March 2015.)

This 132 word short story was posted in response to Esther Newton’s Weekly Writing Challenge for March 5th, 2015; to use the five highlighted words in a poem or story. https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/ Please visit her blog for great writing tips, humor, and market information.


International Monkey Day (Homophone/Rhyme Story)

“Kate, in celebration of International Monkey Day, on December 14th, let’s compose a short story to give us writers ideas to monkey around with,” said Sam, as he looked out the tenth storey window.

“How funky,” replied Kate, “a tale about a tree swinging tail.”

Sam started off with, “Once there was plunky, chunky monkey, arms raised above his head…not scared of any guerilla gorilla was he. Nope, this spunky fellow was no flunky. While others messed up their furs in the furze, his days of play were a daze.”

“I bet he was clunky,” said Kate. “No giros will be issued for his banana purchases…but, maybe he only eats gyros,” she laughed.

“Let’s be serious Kate. He only eats lox, so as to not mess up his locks. And he’s no flunkey, this spunkie monkey!”

Their conversation went on for some thirty minutes. Finally, Sam said that they had explored the idea long enough, “We’d best weed out any bad thoughts, before this conversation becomes word gunky.”

Kate agreed, “Any more would augur poor judgement like an auger on wood.”

And so, to keep the monkey conversation from getting skunky, they avoided letting it wane by boarding Kates wain, and they rolled off into the sunset.

(International Monkey Day, by Steven S. Walsky, December 2017.)

Hope you have a fun International Monkey Day…far too many people overlook this holiday because, as Sam said, they’re too busy monkeying around  🙂

Every Joule Imaginable (Homophone Flash Fiction)

She thought it was sweet of him to select a perfect suite; she thought ‘could it get any better’. Then, while she was seated on the pouffe, he said “poof” and gave her the gift. Even without a loupe, she knew the gold loop was exquisite. This was no decorative frieze that would freeze a romantic moment. The brooch was so pretty, she decided to broach the subject of love forever. The look in her eyes was enough to let her scientist lover know the jewel now on her wriest had instilled more energy than every joule imaginable. He silently thanked his parents for passing along the genes that gave him the insight for the gift he had secretly carried in the pocket of his jeans.

Later, when they returned from a candle lit dinner, she was delighted to see that the maid had made the living room so relaxing. The events of the evening had added to a draining work week, and they were weak. It seemed as if the world had whirled by.  Now they could rest as one, and not wrest away the mood. Thus, over their teas, she teased him, and he her. “Life will be complete,” he told her, “if you will walk down the aisle with me on a beautiful isle.” A month later they tied the knot as the tide splashed against the sand.

(Every Joule Imaginable, is a work of fiction, © Steven S. Walsky, October 2017.)