Plump cushions swelled on Uncle Joe’s chair, and tempted Alice. Her uncle was in the garden fussing with weeds.
She giggled, and landed in the centre of the cushions with a bump.
An uh-oh trembled as she heard a zip unzip, and a gulp followed as a cushion swallowed her whole. The stuffed cushion burped and hoped Joe wouldn’t hear.
copyright Phoenix Rendell 2007
1 comment:
Good flash! (Or I think this length might be called drabble.)
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