Sweet!

        Jerry entered the elevator just before the door slid closed.  The passengers moved aside to allow him room and the large pastry box he carried.

        Seconds later, he sneezed.    

        Jerry sniffed. “Excuse me. I called in sick, but my boss said he couldn’t spare me today.”   

        Suddenly, the lights blinked and went out.

        A woman screamed in the dark.

        “Stay calm,” someone said. “Emergency power should kick in.”

        But it didn’t.

        One passenger called 911, and Jerry opened the box.

        He should have never been there in the first place, but why not make the most of it? “Donuts, anyone?”

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Lucky Socks

        “Why are you wearing your baseball socks?” Mom asked. She must have spotted the neon orange.

        “They’re lucky.” I’d worn them all summer and our team had won the championship. “I have a biology test today.”

        “You don’t need them. You studied for it.” 

        Mom didn’t know I’d stolen a pen from my brother’s backpack. Danny got an “A” in biology last year.  Now it was my turn.

        But when I started to label the parts of the cell, Danny’s pen ran out of ink. Oh, crap. The pen hadn’t been worth stealing.

        Good thing, I wore my lucky socks.  

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Say Cheese!

Jamal waited at the hotel entrance, half-hidden behind a potted palm, camera in hand. He’d waited here since Sunday night. Now it was raining, but Jamal didn’t move. He’d sent his partner after coffee.

         Carly arrived with an umbrella, too. She handed him the coffee cup.

        “Thanks.” He sipped the hot drink.

        ”Variety reported Brad’s in Palm Springs with Jennifer,” she said. “Are you sure Angelina went in there?”

        “She’s been missing since Friday and he’s not worried.” Jamal chuckled. “The picture I get when Angelina comes out could be worth thousands, especially if she’s with George.”

Zombies!

        Clouds shrouded the moon and the dark night deepened. Lisa shivered. “I’m scared,” she said, clutching her boyfriend’s hand. “What’s that?”

        Screams came from the far side of the field.

        “Zombies are over there.” He pulled her along the corn row. “I’ll get you out of here, trust me.”

        She giggled. “My hero.”

        He stopped, holding her close. “Does a hero deserve a kiss?”

        Laughing, she pushed him away. “Wait. Someone’s coming. Are those torches?”

        The lights appeared out of the darkness illuminating grotesque, bloody faces.

        Lisa shrieked, “Zombies!”

        Like a true hero, Brad grabbed her hand and they ran.

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A Moral Mistake

        “Morals?” The cockroach smirked. “What’s that?” He wore an eye patch and carried a laser gun.

        “Rules and regulations.” Mrs. Bunny picked a flower and placed it in her basket. “It’s how the game is played.”

        “There are rules? Since when?” The cockroach shot a daisy with his laser and petals flew everywhere. “I don’t need no stinkin’ morals.”

        “Children know the difference between right and wrong.”

        The cockroach swore.

        A booming voice sounded, “Send the bug with the eye patch to Mayhem, level M.”

        Poof! The cockroach disappeared.

        Mrs. Bunny smiled wisely. He thought morals were for the weak.

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Footprints in the Snow

I’m a believer. I know Sasquatch is out there.  I’ve seen its tracks and heard it howl.  When I was a teenager, winter camping with my scout troop, we’d spent the night in snow caves. The next morning we found giant footprints. We followed them to a frozen, snow-covered lake.   

        That’s when we heard it howl. Boy, howdy.

        I was a dumb kid. I went out on the ice to where the footprints in the snow suddenly ended at a crack but continued on the other side. Sasquatch had stepped over it, but I couldn’t. I ran back, a believer.

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Charity?

        Will dipped his pen in the inkwell. He brought it to the paper, waiting for inspiration. None came. The candle flickered and a door closed behind him. Anne had entered the room.

        “What are you writing tonight?” she asked.

        “It’s a comedy about a couple who constantly haggle.”

        She tickled his ear. “Like us?”

        He smirked. “What do you know of charity?”

        “The Bible tells us, it is the greatest of all.” She blew out the candle.

        “Oh, foul charity.” Laughing, he pulled Anne into his lap and kissed her eager lips.

        She giggled. “Who can sever love from charity?

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