The Idea

By David Henson

The Joneses are watching TV when an idea squirms from one of their heads, scurries behind the couch. Mrs. Jones screams. Mr. Jones jumps on his chair. Minutes later, grown brave, she grabs a broom, he a bat, and they pound the couch. The idea dashes into the bedroom. Whacking away, Mr. Jones bangs his wife’s foot. She swats his butt. The idea scampers under the bed. Mr. Jones heaves the mattress. The idea darts out. Mrs. Jones trips and falls, squashing the idea. Relieved, Mr. Jones picks it up by the tail and tosses it in the trash.

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“I write for the enjoyment and to fulfill a need to be creative.” – the writer

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