Short-Short Stories

Wisdom from the ancients.....

THUNDER SOUNDED The water seemed calm and yet the beach looked like a great wave had crashed over the sand. All was quiet and still, though minutes before, thunder sounded close by. The kids didn't know whether to keep on running or to find someplace to take cover. This was the last leg of their race and they didn't want to quit now. Through a kind of sixth sense, they unanimously decided to keep on running. The thunder moved away in the distance.

There were days when the king cooked his own breakfast. The servants dreaded these days. It all began with the best of intentions and the brightest of cheerfulness. Complete with chef's hat and apron, the king would waltz into the kitchen and begin. Pots and pans clattered, cupboard doors banged, dishes crashed to the floor, and food bits flew around the kitchen like antiballistic missiles. As the king sang at the the top of his lungs, the servants could only watch and picture the clean-up job.

Paris in the spring brings such memories of youth and hope. The city has a charm only unto itself. No other city shares such a charm nor could attain it. There is a certain way the sun shines on Paris that allows the city to not only absorb it but embody it. Even the rain drizzles in a melodramatic way that gives the city its coquettish flair. How does Paris do that? How does it make everyone fall in love with it? Perhaps the magic comes from the sound of the beautiful French language.