Seven-year-old Kyle sold strawberries on Saturdays. He got exactly six customers every hour; he counted them.
Then one Saturday, between one o’clock PM and two o’clock PM, he had nine customers.
Three of them didn’t buy anything, though. “The more things change,” Kyle sighed, “the more they stay the same.”
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Posted by Tim at 1:02 pm on July 12th, 2009.
Categories: Standalones. Tags: change, Count, customers, Ecclesiastes, nothing new under the sun, same, strawberries.
On the Loose
Tim Sevenhuysen, 8:07 PM on March 6, 2009
Small, furry animals lay everywhere. “Where did they all come from!?” cried my girlfriend. Grimly, I said, “SPCA prison break.”
Dial Emergency
Graham Porter, 4:46 AM on March 7, 2009
I dodged the thug’s swing and slammed him into the phone. Groan mixed with tone. “Here’s some change; call yourself an ambulance!”
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Posted by Tim at 4:45 pm on March 13th, 2009.
Categories: Nanofic Friday. Tags: ambulance, animals, change, one-liner, phone, prison break, spca, thug.