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Entries from 100 Word Stories tagged with 'Fred & The Green-Headed Duck'
Jim: Life’s A Gas
Preceded by resonant honking and shining against an azure sky, an inverted V of white geese flew north. I stopped to watch their stately progress and said, “I once read that waterfowl instinctively fly in that V formation to take...
Jim: The Designated Duck
“Have you ever noticed,” I slurred to the green-headed duck sitting on the stool beside me, “that everybody shakes the ice cubes in their glass once the drink is gone?” He rolled his eyes and replied, “The writer Mary Pettibone...
Jim: No Room To Duck
I said, “Ducks can’t talk.” Just like that. Simple yet profound. Squatting beside the sink, the green-headed duck spat out a capful of mouthwash. “That’s true, Fred” he said. “A duck’s brain and larynx are too small,” I continued. The...
Jim: The Grate Escape
“When were you planning on leaving here, Fred?” asked the green-headed duck. I shrugged. “I guess when they say I’m better.” “Look around you, Fred.” The green-headed duck pointed with his wing. “This place is peopled with psychotics. Do you...
Jim: It's A Bird
When the weather’s nice, the orderlies take us down to the yard. We walk on the grass, touch the trees and smell the flowers, all comfy and secure within the high wire fence. “Aliens!” screamed Ms. Simms, pointing at the...
Jim: Drake Me To Your Leader
They took me out of solitary and restarted my medications but this time the voices didn’t go away. Occasionally, though, they became quiet enough that I could hear other people speaking. “Space aliens are landing!” screeched a haggard lady staring...
Jim: The Midway of the Mind
“Are you going to spend all day riding the carousel, Fred?” asked the green-headed duck. “Probably,” I grinned from atop my gaudy wooden steed. “This is my favorite carnival ride. It reminds me of my life.” “How so?” “I have...
Jim: Fred's Song
“Who can find some cardboard Underneath a bridge Pour on chocolate syrup That he found in an old fridge? “The crazy man. The crazy man can. The crazy man can cause he really isn’t finicky about what he eats. “Who...
Jim: Ducking Through A Small Door
The green-headed duck pointed one wing at the overgrown pile of rotting frames. “You should open that door, Fred,” he quacked. “That’s silly. Why would I want to do that?” “Someone once wrote that the doors we open and close...