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Walkin’ talkin’ stories 3

“He didnt call em ghosts, he called em glob-you-ills
Said first one appeared like a singed marshmallow while he was woolgatherin and he eventually poked at it with his finger but it didnt move and it didnt go just hung there bout nose height seemed like they appeared whenever he was puttin his fuzzy thoughts together like on the can one bulbous one sat fat above line of his sniffer and he swung his arm got tangled up in his pants and fell he started gettin tired of em even though they seemed harmless when they was in a row big and proud starin up in dark tryin to sleep thats when he got in contact with me and i suggested fire one of the four elements because far as i know ghosts dont like fire but all we did was burn up his curtains and he had enough started seein that doctor who told him they were arty facts but far as i know his place was no dinosaur dig doctor told him to blink em away and get on with his business but now comes whole week i dont hear from him i goes up to his place it sits up on a hill all lonesome i get in the house and it so quiet i knew somethin was up i get a shiver down my tailbone up the stairs had to go no one at all around no signs a livin i see him halfway in halfway out first bedroom covered in puffy white and his face still hot and sizzlin not a breath left in him didnt call no author itees there aint no author tee on this matter.”

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