“They got Marty!,” Deb shouted as she scurried into headquarters. “I knew something was wrong. Who leaves sugar-coated bacon on a spotless counter?”
“Boric acid?” whispered Jeff. Deb was silent, antennae drooping in confirmation. She scanned her surroundings. Deb knew how to leap to safety, to this side of the portal. But not even the elders knew how all the single earrings, keys, sunglasses, and cell phones got here.
She spied a new sock among the thousands that had disappeared from dryers and drawers. Cashmere. Good. She deserved something warm and soft in this cold, hard world.
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Paula Johnson is the founder and editrix of The Rose City Sisters website. She also designs book covers, websites and other print and digital communications.
Nice! Always good to get the other side’s view. 🙂 There’s a lot going on there for 100 words!
Good one! I thought I’d figured it out by line 4, and I was oh so wrong. Nicely done.
Very nice with a wry touch of humor. I’m wearing one sock today.
I’m going to be honest I don’t understand this one.
Had to read it twice.
Sweet. Poor Deb.
Do you know where my favorite pen got off to?
Clever! I’ll echo Bill…. lots going on in just 100 words. Nice!
This one so works for me. I often wonder how the world looks from a bug’s point of view (makes it almost impossible to use pesticides). Love it.
Nice job. I’m not completely understanding the whole thing, but that’s ok. For me, commitment to an idea, showing one’s style, and displaying a clear voice within a short time is key, which you’ve accomplished. Clever that you’re micro fiction is literally micro in nature.
Thanks for all the comments. Some of you figured out that my characters are cockroaches who live where lost things go.