Monday, 7 March 2011

Microfiction Monday #73 & #27

It's Microfiction Monday:


He used be someone, he used to mean something, people used to look at him.

Now they barely notice him when they're dusting.


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Here's the twenty-seventh picture:


Here's my response:

She strummed. She was bored of musing. She pondered whacking her sister upside her head with the harp. She strummed again.

6 comments:

SparkleFarkle said...

"He use to be someone, he use to mean somthing, people use to look at him. Now they barely notice him when they're dusting."

I like this a lot, Mr. Dave. I say bravo with two thumbs up on either side of it!

(I must admit, though, the first question immediately passing through my little brain as I processed it was: "Another one bites the dust?"

Sorry, I felt idiotically compelled to share that with you.)

Lisa Ricard Claro said...

Poignant, but not without truth to back it up. Well done.

Pat said...

Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

The second one made me laugh at the slapstick mini-video-clip it brought to mind.

Well done.

Lynette Killam said...

Two great tales...one sweetly poignant, and the other just plain hilarious! Great job...:)

Lynette
Imagination Lane

sylviamorice said...

That's one reason why I don't want "Molly-Maids" here...they won't understand the connection between then and now...Great MM.

Dave said...

Thanks for reading. Especially since you've done so without a handy linky.