flash fiction

Trying to impeach the dog (50 word story)

Five year old Lucas went running to his mom, he heard the word impeachment in the news.
He firmly told mom, ” The dog barks! Hate that.” Mom laughed and responded,
“Not a crime Lucas, you don’t like it but is not a crime.” Lucas cried.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

anatomy of a drunk post

I had to be more drunk than the proverbial skunk…. Is there a proverbial for that anology?
https://charlypriest.wordpress.com/2019/12/21/baby-for/
I just re read this and thought “holy shit” but the worst part is that not in a abnormal matter,
it was a “holy shit” as me saying ” I was fucked up as a drunk skunk
(I´ll stick with the skunk thing) and as always post it for the public”. Also thought….
“yes that was me for sure drunk and writing a real weird thing yet at the same time
it made sense or didn´t, so lets keep the people guessing, or the ones who regular read me know?….”
I figured that people that read me often, or do you hit the LIKE button for what by the way?
I had 12 and a half LIKE´S in half a minute… kind of weird. I really don´t give a shit,
going back to my great drunk post, I thought it was like the empeachment of Trump by the democrats.
In this case was a “creative maneuver”…. so really not a big difference.
That was a good anology.
Just go along and hit Like and say it was great.
Holy…. I even put in there the Trump thing, not my fault by the way,
I do strategically target the American population-market, I´m doing good and no food today by the way.
What the fuck, I didn´t even put the title on the post, it was called Baby For… what a mental process,
or destruction of my one neuron, and on Monday…time to go to work. With mother who needs this idiot
not to write drunk or not to write is the first cut out priority, and needs him with all his senses,
they say people have 5 senses, yet I add another one. How? I do know me, I go from zero to hero.
I just put on my “Smart” cap, and do the fucking job. Not an easy one having been 1 month as a caretaker,
might as well go back to the army in harmony.
You are seeing what is going to be inevitable. Seeing the slow death of your own mother.
I stopped drinking today, so Monday we´ll get back to business in case you cared. Who? What?
That was a great ending to a re-start.
Hey! Anatomy of a drunk post. Remember! That is my legacy.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses and have a great Sunday.

Foot Note.
I don´t know why the writing on the WordPress thing has no limits. In short, I write a sentece.
That was the period before I see the great post published and the sentences spread apart.

The accountant(flash fiction)

He was counting, that was his job.
“Hey Joey!” He screamed.
“What?”
“2 multiplied by number pie is what?”
Joey had a grin on his fat face,”I guess…Infinite.”
The accountant nodded to himself, his black eyes where now more bright than his dark suit.
Suddenly they heard a loud bang on the door followed by the words FBI and to get down,
the accountant and Fat Joey Salerno got on their bellies.
When they reached the FBI headquarters downtown New York the accountant first words were,
“Fellas, I count the money given to me by decent people.”
The FBI man looked at him and replied, ” decent to help your cronies with the heist?”
“What heist? You got me doing a heist? I count, I´m a simple accountant.”
Two hours later the accountant walked out free while Fat Joey sat in a holding cell,
another day in the job of the accountant, another day free, twenty years at his job
and twenty years of freedom and riches. Nobody knew where the money had gone,so many
accounts in so many banks so many transactions and so much deceit, deceit was the trade of the accountant.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Invasion by Ukraine!

Holy shait! The freaking Russians invaded Ukraine right?
Guess who is here in the new apartment of my mother installing
the new windows….4 Ukranians!
My theory: They lost against the big red army, they were prisoners of war,
they escaped and fled here to Spain incognito and are installing windows by day
and they work as mercenaries by night. Or in their lunch brake right now.
They´ll spend the whole day here and 2 more,until all the windows are installed,
and me being the lookout, while mother rests in bed. At least their funny guys
so not a boring day although a bit pain in the ass.
The Russians invaded Ukraine and now the Ukraine guys invade the house
of my mother. I should ask them if they are mercenaries or assassins…

And you tell me that people have writers block? Come on.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.

Lisa the dog(50 word story)

Her nickname was “Cutte”. Her real name was Lisa, what a beautiful name….
When people came to see her owner Alfred they always asked him about his scratches
and bruises.People also noticed that Alfred was very jumpy, finally he showed
them the proof, the real monster, Chuck the devil dog.

Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.