If I ever get married, I will give my wife a plastic daffodil And say to her, ‘My love for you is like this flower. It will never wither.’ * She will pick the flower up, And sniff at it a little, Then raise it in the air, And with a frown, Strike me with … Continue reading Flowers For My Wife
Who knows what my shadow does while I sleep? Does he rest, too? Or does he caper on the chamber wall, performing cartwheels and somersaults? Does he take a moonlight shower? Does he then preen himself a little, gazing at his reflection in the windowpane? And when the witching hour comes, does he bid my … Continue reading The Romance of Our Shadows
The tempest roared and thundered. The yacht was sinking. On the deck, the newlyweds were arguing. 'Save yourself!' he shouted, pointing at the lifeboat. There was room only for one. 'Hell no!' she cried. 'Let's drown together!' They kissed. He took her hand. She nodded. They jumped into the sea. Related articles 50-Word Stories #124 … Continue reading 50-Word Stories #127
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