Patrick Says

Jack Topps could barely remember his first competitor in the trading card business. Prepubescent witches simply did not have a market and Topps had known it.

I took a week or two off, but I have a Microfiction Monday today! Enjoy!

Irma never told Eleanor how she really felt about her, picturing them running together in an open field. She didn’t need to. Eleanor knew.

(About Microfiction Monday.)

My second Microfiction Monday!

Ted’s ability to morph into a boat had come in very handy in this ocean. That glowing asteroid had saved his life. Too bad about his family.

I don’t normally do memes, but this one seems interesting. So, for your pleasure, Microfiction Monday! From the creator’s site:

“Microfiction” means the shortest of short stories. Think Aesop’s fables, comic strips, or even jokes: complete stories that can be told in under a minute. For this game, the limit is a tweetable 140 characters or fewer. Every Sunday evening I’ll post my own ‘microfiction’ inspired by a photo or illustration, and invite you to do the same.

I’m stoked! Let’s jump right into the first one!

Looking through the rear window, I knew I could never go back to Coolville. It’s true what they say: you can only eat your family once.