Thirty Word Stories
by Jake Barnes
The Film Debut of Donald Duck
I was born in 1934, the same year that my mother's uncle Ole died when an eagle dropped a live turtle on him, mistaking his bald head for a stone.
A Work of Art
The comely model moved slowly from easel to easel, chatting with the students. She whispered in the ear of a blushing boy, then waltzed away trailing her Mona Lisa smile.
Alzheimers
When Uncle Bob got sent to the Alzheimer's ward, the ladies licked their lips. Fresh meat. When he died just before Christmas, that put the kibosh on the Christmas party.
Bad Dreams
A feather duster, a baby in the living room, a cat in the nursery eating ice. I didn't sleep well last night.
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Author's Note
A nude woman, Uncle Bob, Donald Duck, and me.
Wonderfully absurd.*
"A Work of Art" and "The Film Debut of Donald Duck" are my favorites but all delight.
A family saga in four acts in 128 words. All good stuff.*
Finally someone has transcribed Donald's gibberish. A delight to know he's actually pretty damned smart. *
Mathew, I taught him everything he knows.
Enjoyed the set.
All of these are very good, Jake. *
"a cat in the nursery eating ice."
Your dreams are more interesting than mine are!
Enjoyed these.
Nice set of micros. *
a cat in the nursery eating ice. Badass line, Jake.
Love that D. Duck story.*