Short, Fast, and Deadly

Pickles

I am hungry after spending the morning shift-clicking through data entry screens.  I look at my stapler and it winks at me.  I frown and wander into the break room for lunch.  Two women sit at the table eating pale sandwiches and pickles.  Their conversation halts as soon as I enter, leaving only the sound of pickles crunching, as their jaws crank methodically from side-to-side with bovine indifference.

 
by Hall Jameson of Helena

The Ghost Town

As you walk through town a badger snipes at you from the post office--trespasser! At the sound of your surprised yelp, mourning doves erupt from a desk drawer in the schoolhouse and a barn spider rappels towards you from the eave. You shudder as you take a seat at the base of the chimney that stands solo in the field. It hopes that you will build a fire so that it can have a nice long smoke.

 
by Hall Jameson of Helena