100 word anon. challenge, entry thread

[Jo Zebedee]

Take My Wife - Please
I was watching some great comedians of the past in glorious black and white -- Milton Berle, Henny Youngman, Robin Williams -- when the alien walked in the room.
"How did you get in?"

My wife yelled from the other room, "Are you talking to yourself again?"

The alien -- tall, green, scaly, with a pleasant countenance -- said, "Will you accept this special tool in exchange for something to help me learn more about your world?"

The tool looked like a cell phone.

I considered offering my old TV. Then I remembered one of Henny Youngman's great lines.

 

[Jo Zebedee]

Roots

The full moon was fading in the pink wash of morning. Emma inhaled sharply as her claws retracted, sending spikes of pain up to her knuckles.

“Hoooooww...”

Beside her, David cleared his throat and tried again. “How come Suzie’s fur,” he paused and picked a piece of rabbit fluff from his teeth, “was that brown colour when she turned?” He motioned towards a woman with long, golden hair who had joined the pack a couple of weeks earlier.

Emma smiled and patted his still hairy hand. “You’re very naive sometimes, sweetheart,” she said. “It’s all about the collar and cuffs”.

 

[Jo Zebedee]

By All Accounts


“I found the needle in the haystack, and picked up the thread; I’m going to patch things up,” she decided.

“Sew far, sew good!” he declared.

She winced.

“Sorry, you know me. Sew well!”

**

Coming out of the time vortex, she thought first of the others. “How is everyone?”

“It’s Two’s company,” Three crowded in.

“Four, your information,” she decreed.

“The odds were in our favor, even in the fifth column, and even Six senses that we’re in seventh heaven. We’ve run the numbers, and it all adds up. You stitched in time.”

“You mean…?”

“You saved him. Nine lives!”

 

[Jo Zebedee]

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