|LIKE A RUSTY SQUEEZEBOX (standard:Flash, 14311 words)|
|Author: Danny Zil||Added: Apr 07 2018||Views/Reads: 24/9||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|18 BLACK COMEDY FLASH TALES.|
LIKE A RUSTY SQUEEZEBOX DANNY ZIL 18 BLACK COMEDY FLASH TALES 1. GOIN DOWN TO GRANDADDY'S FOR THE FALL 2. BURN-OUT 3. INTERVIEW 4. SALVADOR DALI ENTERTAINS 5. SO LOVED BY BIRDS 6. TAXI RIDE 7. AT THE DOC'S 8. QUASIMODO NEEDS A HUMP 9. BIG BOUNCING BREASTS MADE ME A SERIAL KILLER 10. BASTARD THREW ME! 11. SIR PEWTER'S MOUSTACHE 12. THE BASTARD 13. THE STORY OF MANDEL SHIVERS 14. DOUBLE BILL 15. AH WAS A-SNORIN WHEN THEY HUNG'D ME 16. ANALLY PROBED BY ALIENS 17. WHEN IMAGINARY FRIENDS DON'T LIKE YOU 18. MY LITTLE JAIL BAIT GOIN DOWN TO GRANDADDY'S FOR THE FALL I realized I was deranged when I found myself staring constantly at my sister's legs - I had sawn them off the previous night and they fitted me just fine. I planned a stagger round the garden on them later. Mother swished out onto the veranda. “If those are your sister's legs you'll need this,” she drawled and tossed me a jar of depilation cream. I caught it then watched as she removed a cigarette from her silver case, elegantly fitted it into her slim ebony holder and he smoked it for her. “Damn this heat!” she muttered and daintily dabbed some perspiration from the air. It was high summer in North Carolina and low summer in South Carolina. The heavy scent of begonias hung in the air and in the lush grass under the veranda, green lizards mated, then became enemies, then became friends again. An open top sports car pulled into our drive and parked. The chauffeur immediately jumped out the front, then jumped into the back, then jumped into the front of a Southern gal who claimed her name was....perfect. Mother eyed the chauffeur. “He reminds me of a servant I once had,” she drawled huskily. “I had him on the lawn, I had him in the pool, I had him on the veranda.” Mother was still a fine looking woman and her clothes clung to her like they were afraid she'd leave them. In the back of the sports car, coupé couple coupled. “Lawdy Lawd!” intoned a bass voice from the rocking chair. “Tings dem wite folks gets up to!” Click here to read the rest of this story (1864 more lines)
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