Posted in Drabbles, Micro Fiction

Such a Boring Man

I peeked around the door into the shower.

There he was exactly as they’d said he would be. Stark naked, with a nasty looking gash above his right eye, his silly pink plastic shower hat on his head, soaking wet and quite dead. Impressive.

When I’d first contacted the company they’d assured me his demise would be made to look like an accident. They weren’t cheap, but finally being rid of that bore of a husband was worth every penny.

All I needed to do now was scream, act a little hysterical and phone the police.

My new life beckoned.

 

MikeJackson©2017

Photo prompt courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Friday Fictioneers.

Posted in Flash Fiction, Micro Fiction

Malfunction

Damn! Bloody thing’s broken again! Third time this year, what’s wrong with these people. I told them last time it needed updating but nobody took any notice. I must make a note to send a stern letter of complaint to the authorities when I get home. That’s assuming I ever get home.

This is the third time this year. What’s wrong with these people. I told them last time it needed updating but nobody took any notice. I must make a note to send a stern letter of complaint to the authorities when I get home. That’s assuming I ever get home.
I could try travelling across town and see if the portal outside the library is working but I doubt I’ve got time. That thing shuts at seven and it’s gone six already. What with this heavy holiday traffic I’d never make it.

So it looks as if I’m going to have to spend this holiday season in this god-forsaken world stuck in this ghastly human body. I must check my data base and see what grotesque food and excruciatingly boring entertainment awaits me.

I do hope my human host hasn’t made too many arrangements.

MikeJackson©2017