At the usual weekly time, Frank pounded the keyboard and triumphantly posted his masterpiece, Minnie by his side. Then he went to prepare a celebratory drink.
“This looks like fun!” Minnie thought. She approached the computer and read some stories. Then she began typing one of her own. However, she had trouble pressing the right keys. She wailed in anguish, her creativity being stifled.
Frank returned with his drink, and his eyes widened. “Minnie! What are you doing?” He shooed her away from the computer. “Bad kitty!”
“Friday Flash Fiction ... not all it’s cracked up to be,” Minnie thought sadly.
“This looks like fun!” Minnie thought. She approached the computer and read some stories. Then she began typing one of her own. However, she had trouble pressing the right keys. She wailed in anguish, her creativity being stifled.
Frank returned with his drink, and his eyes widened. “Minnie! What are you doing?” He shooed her away from the computer. “Bad kitty!”
“Friday Flash Fiction ... not all it’s cracked up to be,” Minnie thought sadly.
