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A ‘Prompt’ Story – ‘used teabag’

The used teabag fell to the floor, where it lay in a heap – exhausted.

“Don’t you think that you should be a-picking that up, Mister Adkins?”

Mr. Adkins ignored this; and, with his booted heel, ground the teabag into the cold stone floor; turned, and left without a word.

“Well, don’ that beat all?” asked Maisie, of no one in particular. “Good manners don’t cost the price of a cup of tea.” and with this thought in mind, she laughed at the recent memory of Mr. Adkins and his need for Oolong… and his total disdain of Lapsang Souchong. “I shoulda given him Builder’s Tea for all the good it did.” Maisie laughed quietly about this for a while. If there was one thing Mr. Adkins was not, it was a builder.

“Any fool knows that the best teas come loose and not in a tea-bag.” she explained, to the room. “He considers himself intelligent and he don’t even know that!”

her laughter was to be heard, if any had been there to hear, for a long while after that.

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A Short Story

Once upon a time…

… there was a short story.

It wasn’t long at all;

and it wasn’t at all tall.

So short it was,

and set out so,

that it thought it was a poem;

but, it wasn’t.

It didn’t have much to say;

but, one day,

under the bluest of skies,

It left it’s home

and went off to seek fame and fortune.

Finding neither,

the short story settled down

with an extract from Coleridge’s Mariner,

and they lived happily ever after.

The Skunk’s Junk


A skunk’s junk

Won’t fit in a trunk;

Because the elephant,

Who owns the trunk,

Remembers a time

When the skunk was a punk;

And how he stunk.
The skunk’s stripe he had died pink;

I think, to rage against the Man.

He had no plan;

And, now, he just wanted to slam-dunk his junk.
“No!” said the Ellie

“You are still a bit smelly;

And ‘I’ need my trunk,

You silly young skunk;

Why don’t you put your junk into storage?”
The skunk was shocked;

His little world was rocked;

He’d never seen a talking elephant before.

He turned his tail

And encountered a whale

That had storage

For sale,

In a shed,

In a tent,

By the shore.

In Italy (#italiano)

… there was una ragazza, un lupo e una mela rosso.