In the end, there were a great many things he shouldn’t have mentioned. Like what he did with the bodies. Like what he did when he ran out of bullets that time in Missouri. Like where he got the chemicals. Like how someone with his looks lured women like a flame calling a moth.
But of all the things he shouldn’t have told them, the one thing he never, ever should have mentioned was the fact that all of his ideas came from the dry, cracked, and long molded over bowl of pudding that he kept hidden in his refrigerator.
Other Micro Monday writers:
Pete Lit (our inadvertent founder)
Writers, join the parade. Drop me a line. Get linkage.
There must be some kind of message
Simple plot somehow impressive
Anyone who can think of something
Come on now, just express it
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