Monday, June 29, 2009

MicroFiction...

He'd been in there for quite some time, it was dark and damp, not cold though, it was actually quite balmy. Not all bad but it was still an annoyance. The wet squishy surface under foot was starting to get to him as well. Heaven help him for a dry spot to walk on. It was always those small things that mattered the most and the feeling of not walking on wet carpet was one of those things.

He pulled out his cell phone and looked at it, no service still. Dammit it was so annoying.

“God dammit it smells like fish in here” He yelled. There wasn't a response, he was alone. And he was right it did smell like fish. A pungent aroma of bile and scales clogging the air thick. He wondered for a second where he was... not exactly where, he knew that, just where on the map he was. Maybe it was Spain, he'd always wanted to go to Spain. As he did every five minutes he checked his phone again, the dim light from the screen lighting his face and hands and not much else. Holy shit, he had a few bars of service, quickly he pulled up his address book and the number dialed. He waited impatiently, it rang a few times then it picked up.

“Ha... Dude... I'm in a fish!” He said excitedly, and waited for the reply on the other end...

“Pinocchio?”...

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6 comments:

  1. I hate it when I get stuck in a fish. This time it was for three days. Which is ironic because house guests and fish start to stink after three days. So I expected to get let go. Even if it meant out it's asshole. But not luck.

    Cheers

    Alan (still in a fish) Truitt

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  2. alantru- Hang in there and keep your spirits up, at least you not in Vegas...

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  3. Phew.... must be getting pretty smelly in there

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  4. NurseMyra- I'd be thinking maybe, yes...

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  5. I hate when that happens...

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  6. VE- T'is annoying...

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