Saturday: Grandma called the cops again, not for the drunk–– her husband’s dead –– but for the local scum who cased her yard, bagged two hens, snagged his pants on her wire fence. He claimed the browns were his. Grandma spewed obscenities, uniforms blushed, and hauled the thief and cluckers downtown. They nested the two in The Ladies Cell until Sunday when the custodian huffed about unruly occupants and sent them to roost beneath basement steps. Monday: The gavel slammed the perp with ninety workhouse days. Grandma grabbed her hens, slapped the court with a bill for eggs the sergeant ate.
Bruce Gunther
30/9/2023 02:38:39 am
Love it, Carolyn! Great to see your work in FFF! 30/9/2023 02:47:57 am
Thanks for the heads up about this publication, Bruce. See you in it soon!
Christa Loughrey
30/9/2023 08:55:19 am
What a fun story- love the style, too! 6/10/2023 04:47:56 pm
Woot, what an amazing retelling of this tale. It packs a wallop into a small package. Loved it. Comments are closed.
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