Mrs. Meyers, the bird bath, and the funky munky.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

Week of 08-16 through 08-22-2016

Prompt provided by TJ Paris


Mrs. Meyers, the bird bath, and the funky munky. 

The funky munky was the eyesore of the town, but the sanctuary of those who couldn’t fit in anywhere else.

Mrs. Meyers opened the ground floor up as a bar for local weirdos after her husband suspiciously drowned in the bird bath. She had just turned forty and it was said she longed for a new life. She had even painted the building herself.

Soon the doors of the funky munky swung open, welcoming the lanky man who owned more than a dozen cats and made cat hair sweaters, and the group of girls who liked to paint their faces with silver glitter and sing all of their conversations. Even the Mayor was seen there on occasion. Leopard leotard and all.

Never again would she have to hide her unshaven legs from her husband or feel bad about having a glass of wine while cooking breakfast. The bird bath stood in the door, welcoming all her weirdos, reminding everyone what she was capable of if they criticized her.

She would have it good after all.


175 words

Mrs. Meyers has the best dirt on everyone.

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