Small, simple pleasures: such relief. Tweezing out a buried splinter, cleanly, surgically, all of it, almost no blood. Triumphantly trashing, with vile curses, a grain of sand in my shoe, an eyelash offending my cornea. Best are the Olympian tongue events: freeing from between molars a wedge of fried clam big enough to feed a cat, or digging out a popcorn shell weaseling with bad intent under my gum toward my heart.
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This is such a great example of flash done on a very small budget of words. Great job, Ray.
Thanks, Erin, I’m glad you like it. I’m also pleased with the fame and riches that have come my way since it appeared.
Wonderful! Send some fame and riches back my way 😉