Annette was a regular woman, but something went wrong and her hair became smokeless perpetual fire, and her body became white-and-gray-and-black charcoal. The Department of Public Safety declared Annette a ‘public safety superhazard,’ and she was moved from her apartment, and she was required to stay within 100 feet of any fire hydrant.
Annette stowed away aboard a cargo ship bound for rural Morocco, and she became a goatherd and lived in a cave, since no house would not burn. She lived happily, and the goats knew how to drop and roll. Here the (orange, North African) sun sets on our story.
Thank you! Monday morning humor – nothing better. Loved your story and your humor.
Thank you so much!
Thank you for submitting something upbeat. I actually had considered dropping my subscription because so many of the selections have been so disheartening, almost like despair had become a genre all of its own. This is excellently written, the rhythmical timing is perfect. I will look forward to reading more of your work, John Gabriel Adkins.
I massively appreciate this comment! Fighting against that “despair genre” you mentioned — that’s one of my biggest goals as a writer. Thank you!
What an absolute wonderful story! I loved every word, please write more, and more and often!;).
This is a beautiful comment. Thank you, I definitely will!