A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away #25

Silver spoon

When his muse died, the poet was heartbroken. He wept, drank, burned his books, but found no comfort. One moonlit night, he went to the cemetery, sneaked into her tomb, and stole her urn of ashes. That night the poet ate his muse for dinner, one spoonful at a time.

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17 thoughts on “A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away #25

    1. Great ditty.

      How many times have I told you now that I like you comments?

      Each time you leave a comment on this blog, I hear a trumpet blast from Heaven. Or from Hell?

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