Had to go back and read through these posts... I really enjoy the flash fiction you write. Here's one that is not nearly as good, I probably am doing it incorrectly, but it's at the very least inspired by your work. Motivated to write this after I saw the joke "a dyslexic man walks into a bra."
A bra man walks into a dyslexic walking into a bar. They talk about trivial things and, after a few beers, it turns to you-can-tell-it's-important-because-of-thehyphenslurred-intonations-and-the-liquor-that-has-replaced-the-humors-of-their-eyes (I would say I'm cautiously certain there's a word for that in German), things like like brasierres and brews and sex and sex-starvation. Eventually the two parted, never to be unseen again in the lens of a subjective objectivity. More than three years later, the bra man would elope with none other than a generic girl who wore bras pretty much every day. But ultimately, his marriage was nothing more than a small square in the local newspaper a number of years ago.
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A bra man walks into a dyslexic walking into a bar. They talk about trivial things and, after a few beers, it turns to you-can-tell-it's-important-because-of-thehyphenslurred-intonations-and-the-liquor-that-has-replaced-the-humors-of-their-eyes (I would say I'm cautiously certain there's a word for that in German), things like like brasierres and brews and sex and sex-starvation. Eventually the two parted, never to be unseen again in the lens of a subjective objectivity. More than three years later, the bra man would elope with none other than a generic girl who wore bras pretty much every day. But ultimately, his marriage was nothing more than a small square in the local newspaper a number of years ago.
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