When
I download the photo for Friday Flash Fiction, I usually go with the first
thing that pops in my head. The reason being, my brain is so small it can only
contain one thought at a time, and even then, if it’s a very big thought my
neurocranium starts to swell. This week’s photo triggered multiple thoughts
sending me into a neurocalyptic (You like that word? I made it up. J) spasm attack. I spat all three ideas
out on 3 x 5 section of used Kleenex and applied the scientific method,
Eenie-Meenie-Miney-Moe, to select a topic. My apologies to Edgar Rice Burroughs
and Marvin Gaye.
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I Heard it Through the Grapevine
“Jane, you look so sad. What’s the matter?”
“Oh Cheeta, since George came to the jungle, I
find myself questioning my love for Tarzan.”
“I can understand your infatuation with a younger
man. After all, it’s been a long time since you’ve seen another male of your
species.”
“It sure has. And George is so sweet and
childlike. He counts the petals on every flower.”
“That’s because he has the brain of a six year
old, Jane. He can’t swing from a grapevine without slamming into a tree.”
“Yes, Tarzan is a better swinger, but George uses
a bigger vine.”
