He picked up the telephone receiver, and it squirted water into his ear. He wrote a note to himself with a pen, and it squirted water in his eye. He opened the door of the hotel room, and the door squirted water all over his crotch. His keys, when opening the door to the car, squirted water up his nose. After that, when he tried to start the car, the engine moved rhythmically sounding like a large horny duck,
Quaaack...quaaack....quaaack...QUACK...QUACK... --- he knew he had to get out of Clown Country. Now.
2 comments:
You've definitely got the knack for these micros, leaving the reader hungry for more.
I base most of them on stream of consciousness -- but I unify the context just a bit in the narration, or progression. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
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