‘All aboard!’
Marvin yelled the Conductor’s Call, that quintessential warning that failure to board now meant being left behind.
‘Hello, welcome, the blood will flow soon.’
‘Is it free to drink?’, an elderly female asked.
‘Yes ma’am, but there’s a fee for better seating closer to a vein.’
‘I’m a widow — my poor husband ate powder he shouldn’t’ve. Any chance you could see your way to allowing me one of those premium seats?’
‘Of course. On behalf of the Flea Bag Express, please accept my condolences. Let me guide you to one of my favourite spots.’
‘Thank you, dear tick.’
Story Old — Step Right Up
Photo by Cyrus Crossan on Unsplash
“Step right up! See amazing feats of strength by the Strong Man! See the Bearded Lady and the Spider Boy! See Jucama and his amazing trained leopards! Step right up here, ladies and gentlemen! See Benardo’s amazing flea circus! Just ten cents!”
A child tried to walk past.
“This ain’t free, kid! Pay the fee before you see! Go away and bother someone else. Step right up folks!”
Little Jimmy Diamond was often confused for a child because he was the shortest man in the world. He had thought about being a part of this travelling show, but not now.
Links to other sites where I publish:
Blogger = https://onehundredwordsbyparz.blogspot.com
Medium = https://medium.com/100-word-or-less-stories
YouTube = https://www.youtube.com/user/parzivalsattva
And a link to where my Lovely Lady Love (who also operates the camera) posts her art: https://www.youtube.com/user/recyclinggoddess
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