How the Cookie Crumbles

An irreverant view of life after SIXTY-FIVE

Flash in the Pan – Paranoid

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The party was a success. Ursula scans the wreckage and shudders.

MH900444437“This is the last time I’m feeding my free-loading friends,” she mutters. Her cat slinks out from underneath the sofa.

“Meow,” Sputnik complains arching her back.

“Come to Mama, pretty girl. What’s this on your tail?”

‘You’re dead meat, Urs,’ the scrawled note reads.

Ursula remembers locking the door. Paranoid, she checks again.

But Spider wasn’t here…

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The word limit for Paranoid is 75 words. I used 68 today. Check out http://mommasmoneymatters.com/flash-fiction/ for rules and contributions.

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Author: Let's CUT the Crap!

I'm getting a little LONG in the tooth and have things to say about---ouch---AGEing. I believe it's certainly a state of mind but sometimes it's nice to hear that you're NORMAL. I enjoy reading by the truckload. I'm a grandma but I don't feel OLD although I'm not so young anymore. My plan is to stick it out as long as I can on this lovely planet and only will leave it kicking and screaming!

11 thoughts on “Flash in the Pan – Paranoid

  1. Oh man!!!
    Now that made me paranoid 😉
    Well played Tess!!

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  2. Cool post. Wasn’t paranoid some kind of camera? 🙂

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  3. Well done, Tess! Just because one is paranoid, doesn’t mean someone isn’t after them!

    🙂

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  4. That just gave me shivers, well done!

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  5. Ooh, scary.
    It’s not paranoia, if they’re really out to get you 🙂

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