Isolation Fail – Friday Fictioneers – 01/24/14

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Humor (100 words)

Copyright – Björn Rudberg

Isolation Fail

“It smells. A dead animal?” Becky shuddered.

Tad pried open the windows. Becky swept filth from the floors outside into more dirt and scrubbed the floors. They cleaned plot #27 until their hands cracked.

Becky collapsed on the couch, emitting particles into the air, while Tad opened a beer. Vinegar and lavender wafted between them. Becky wanted bleach.

Each time Tad moaned and hummed in the quiet, Becky cringed.

“I miss television,” Becky blurted.

“My phone,” Tad said.

“The Internet,” they cried.

They bolted for the door and jumped in their car, leaving the chickens clucking in a cloud of dust.

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93 thoughts on “Isolation Fail – Friday Fictioneers – 01/24/14

    1. Ha ha, Dawn. Sometimes, bleach is the ONLY thing that will really work. Have you ever cleaned a place and then thought…it’s clean, but it doesn’t feel clean. Thank you so much. You’re so kind. xo

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  1. “You are my wife!
    Good bye, City Life!”

    I always hated that male chauvinist pig Eddie Albert played in Green Acres. I only hope that’s actually him getting his comeuppance in your story!

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  2. Tad + Becky = My wife and I. We no likee nature. We don’t camp. We don’t sleep in tents. I work my ass of so that we don’t HAVE TO sleep in a tent. If my family is ever sleeping in a tent, something went horribly, horribly wrong.

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    1. I’m not much of a camper myself, but I always thought I would like short spurts of it. My husband won’t do it. We tried it once and didn’t get past putting up the tent! Oh man! It was bad. Needless to say, the kids were disappointed. I haven’t tried it since. I know I couldn’t do without the modern conveniences for very long. Me, too!

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  3. I would be like Eva Gabor on “Green Acres”. We would have to rewrite the lyrics to the song to include television, phone and internet.

    Green acres is the place for me.
    Farm livin’ is the life for me.
    Land spreadin’ out so far and wide
    Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.
    New York is where I’d rather stay.
    I get allergic smelling hay.
    I just adore a penthouse view.
    Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue.
    …The chores.
    …The stores.
    …Fresh air.

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    1. That was wonderful, Michelle!! Thank you for that. We would have to update the song for sure. I bet you sang this while you wrote it, didn’t you? Ha ha. I’ve been conditioned to the modern ways of life. I’m sure I wouldn’t last very long.

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  4. Yes, very Green Acres (which was hilarious.) Perhaps a compromise? After all, they don’t have to live in the chicken coop. 🙂 That was fun, Amy. I’m getting towards the end of the stories and hoping I make it before it all begins again tomorrow. Serendipitously, my post today is about unplugging!

    janet

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    1. Janet, I admire your dedication! I can’t say I read them all, so I must miss out on some goodies! Thanks for reading mine. Unplugging…it’s a constant struggle for balance, isn’t it? I’d be interested in reading it. Do you offer tips?! Thanks!

      Amy

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