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Tag Archives: Humour
The Sandwich Lady is A Man
I got to the sandwich lady late there was only toothpaste and woodlouse sandwiches and a mangled packet of Polos she moaned at my poor timing closed her legs and opened the petty-cash tin; the doctor held up a pair … Continue reading
I possess the right
A cat of horrifying proportions enters the kitchen and looks at fridge in the moonlight. ‘Why are you shut up so tight since you cannot eat your own contents? The fridge replies, ‘Sir cat, according to the cold store principles … Continue reading
Posted in Humour, Prose Poetry
Tagged 89 revolution, absurd, Baudelaire, belly, Benjamin F Jones, cat, cold store principles, Creative writing, fridge, fridge bunny, fridge rights, graphite bunny, Humour, hunger, moonlight, parents, prose poem, prose poetry, rights, short prose, the rights of the cat, the rights of the fridge
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To crackle with the ice-poles
George couldn’t stand the heat, he took a shower and by the time he’d found the towel he was hot again. He ate ice cubes but it didn’t help so he climbed in with the frozen veg. Once he’d worked … Continue reading
Posted in Flash
Tagged aestivation, Benjamin F Jones, cold shower, cooking, Creative writing, defrosting, family life, flash, flash fiction about thanksgiving, freezer, frozen veg, graphite bunny, halogen bunny, halogen oven, hibernation, hot weather, Humour, ice-poles, micro-fiction, microfiction, short-short, snapshot, tan, Thanksgiving, writing
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Impromptu road repair
Last week a girl drowned while swimming in a puddle on Hannah Street. Today two men stop their van outside my window. Their bituminous truck blocks the high street as the driver jumps out, flips down the tailgate and shovels … Continue reading
Posted in Prose Poetry
Tagged absurd, Benjamin F Jones, bitumen, council workers, creative prose, Creative writing, drowning, end of shift, graphite bunny, Hannah street, Humour, impromptu, nonsense, Porth, prose poem, prose poetry, road repair, short prose, surreal, tarmac, wreath
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