Alan's Stories2007-03-28T17:46:59Zhttp://ficlets.com/feeds/author/user_339Kitty Sushi Song<p>Sung to the tune of “Cat’s in the Cradle” by Harry Chapin</p>
<p>In a Chinese restaurant, did you ever think that<br />The meal before you was a small kitty cat?<br />Sure the food tastes great, every single dish<br />But that sushi on your plate doesn’t have any fish<br />Inside the wrapper is a tasty treat<br />Tiny cuts of tender white meat<br />I know you’ll want to eat.</p>
<p>Chorus</p>
<p>There’s a cat in the sushi at the Peking Loon<br />Come by anytime, they’ve got plenty of room.<br />They can feed you kitty and you’ll never know<br />You can even order it to go, boy<br />Call now for kitty sushi to go.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/2742007-03-14T20:14:55Z2007-03-28T17:46:59ZAlanhttp://ficlets.com/authors/user_339My ex-husband's replacement<p>Yeah, I know. I made my choice.</p>
<p>My ex-husband did everything by the book—prim and proper. But fancy clothes and new cars only reminded me of what I was missing.</p>
<p>Hanging out with Cheetah is just what I needed.</p>
<p>At least I found someone who likes to swing ….</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/2632007-03-14T19:34:03Z2007-06-14T21:16:16ZAlanhttp://ficlets.com/authors/user_339Night Swim Cut Short<p>“Ouch.”</p>
<p>That wasn’t a hand around her ankle at all.</p>
<p>Kim felt a searing pain and then it was gone. She pulled her knee to her chin and gently ran her hands down both sides of her leg until she got to her ankle.</p>
<p>She slowly pushed her hands lower and felt … nothing.</p>
<p>“This can’t be happening,” she said to herself.</p>
<p>She closed her eyes and saw the opening sequence of that movie she watched over thirty years ago with Richard Dreyfuss in it.</p>
<p>It was her first date with Tom. A year later they were married. Two kids and three decades had gone by and she was more in love today than on her wedding. Now it was over.</p>
<p>Kim opened her eyes and saw the dull white fin gliding quickly toward her.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/2582007-03-14T19:10:05Z2007-06-21T16:11:38ZAlanhttp://ficlets.com/authors/user_339Destitute<p>I’d applied for jobs everywhere. Hundreds of resumes littering hundreds of waste paper baskets.</p>
<p>Who wants to hire a 64 year old white guy? Youth sells, not wrinkles.</p>
<p>So what if I was a mathmatical genius; the only thing being gifted ever got me was the thrill of winning $280,000 at Vegas six months ago. Then, of course, I lost it. Every penny.</p>
<p>Now I had nothing except a bullet wound to show for it. But at least I was still alive.</p>
<p>I cradled the Smith & Wesson .45 in my lap and kept my eye on the road. What was that up ahead?</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/1952007-03-14T15:04:11Z2007-06-21T14:14:56ZAlanhttp://ficlets.com/authors/user_339