Nov. 2, 2007

The water trickled slowly down the pipe.
Mr. Potts' fat ass was hanging out the back of his pants.
"So gross," I thought.
Finally, the water was rushing.
"That'll do it I think, Mrs. Rance. Seems you had a bone stuck in the disposal."
"Oh my, how'd that get in there? All that trouble over a little bone."
Mr. Potts' got up onto his feet from under the sink, and tugged on the loops of his jeans.
"The guy needs maternity pants. Hmm..That wasn't nice." I chuckled.
"Woops--what did he just say?"
..."so Saturday?"
"Eew, is this guy really asking me out. He has, like, a donkey plus an ass. Gross, he's my dad's age."
"No, um...I have plans on Saturday. Sorry." It was the first thing I could think of.
"Well Sunday we're open from 1pm till 5."
"Oh, wait, what is he talking about?"
"Mrs. Rance. Is Sunday okay?"
"He sounds so ticked. What a jerk. He should be happy that he got to come over to my house; he'd never get this close to a good looking girl, even if he lost the donkey."
"Look, if you thought that I'd come over here and do your sink without getting paid then you..."
"Oh, the bill...yeah. Sorry Mr. Potts, Sunday sounds great," I blurted.

Kay Greenfield


"The water trickled slowly down the pipe. It wasn’t too slippery yet, but little Betty spider’s legs wouldn’t be able to climb up the pipe again if any more water came down. Slowly moving up the-"
"Ellie, I don’t want to hear about a stupid spider. I wanna hear Humpty Dumpty again," whined Benny.
Sitting on the edge of the twin sized bed covered in Superman sheets, Ellie sighed. Looking at her little brother, his face flushed from the fever, Ellie gave in as much as it pissed her off. She had just rewritten a new version to The Itsy Bitsy Spider, and of course she thought it was fabulous. Her brother would have loved it, but it seemed he was still pining after her revised Humpty Dumpy story. Oh well.
"Do you really want to hear Humpty Dumpty again? This one’s new and much better!"
Jutting lower lip out, Benny looked at his sister

Chrissy Faye