The Stone House – Flash Fiction for 9/7/12

Photo courtesy Piya Singh

Once there was an industrious young man who labored long and hard to build his new bride a stone house. When it was finished, they moved in and celebrated late into the night with music, dancing, feasting, a big fire in the hearth, and many glasses of wine. As they emptied their glasses, they hurled them against the walls and laughed. Sharp shards flew everywhere. New goblets were filled and quaffed. They got so drunk they danced on the shattered glass until their feet were shredded and blood covered the floor. People who live in stone houses shouldn’t throw glasses.

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17 responses to “The Stone House – Flash Fiction for 9/7/12

  1. Ron,
    I’m embarassed and delighted at the same time. My entry this week was not at all funny, and yours was hilarious. I can only say with envy that I wish I had written this sterling piece. My hat’s off to you, my friend.

  2. I never understood why people why people (usually rich people in the movies) throw and break their champagne glasses. Now you’ve given me more reason to disparage the practice. Or at least to wear shoes.

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