Eight Maids a-Yelping
Dec 20th, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“What’s a milkmaid to do? The only thing bovine hereabouts is the Silly Cow who owns the place. During the first seven days of Christmas, she let her true love convert her manor house into an aviary.”
“Tell me about it! I’m a housemaid, but I don’t do windows and I don’t do guano.”
A barefoot parlor maid lamented, “Look at my bloody feet after half a dozen geese pecked my corns.”
The other five recently-hired maids commiserated with them.
“Let’s tar and feather the harpy. We can substitute pine pitch, in a pinch, and there’s no shortage of feathers.”
From Guest Contributor John H. Dromey
John’s short fiction has appeared in Mystery Weekly Magazine, Stupefying Stories Showcase, Thriller Magazine, Unfit Magazine, and elsewhere.
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