Archive | December 2014

Marital Bliss

Marital Bliss

By, Nan Claire Falkner

Herbs new wife Bertha wasn’t very romantic – or maternal. She ate the last batch of their babies. Sometimes he saw an evil look in her eyes while looking at him. He stayed with her though.

Coming home from the BUGALOO Holiday party last night, he saw a dead beetle. His wife had a sweet tooth for beetles so this would make a great Christmas present for her. Hopefully she would share it with their babies.

So, he wrapped.

Christmas morn Bertha smiled at him and motioned to the new kitchen floor.

Herb moved toward the fly paper – then stopped.

This entry was posted on December 19, 2014. 42 Comments

Scout’s Honor


Scout's HonorBy, Nan Claire Falkner

Three years after what seemed a never ending biblical drought; the spring rains deluged the forest and brought the life giving nourishment that the parched land craved. So much, that the river rose over its’ banks and downstream it began to flood.

As the den leader cleared the levy, he noticed all the trash near the bank. “Okay you guys, this is your project. Clean this embankment. We have a permit to burn the trash up on the hill. Your reward will be your environmental merit badge.”

“Sir,” said Sammy “What happened here?”

“There was a party for the EPA.”

This entry was posted on December 11, 2014. 55 Comments

Gamma’s flowers

Gamma's Flowers

By, Nan Claire Falkner

“What about these pink flowers Momma? They’re pretty. Gamma would love them!” Dinah said, squinting her eyes as the sun peeked out of the winter clouds.

“Oh sweetie, what a wonderful idea, and they‘re from her own garden!” Charlotte said.

“Okay, I’ll go get the newspaper to wrap them in.”

“Don’t run with the scissors!” Charlotte shouted as Dinah bounced into the back door. And just like that, the tears came, streaming down both her cheeks.

“Oh Mother, why did you die?” She wailed. “I need you!”

“Your troubles are few.” the wind whispered back.


Dinah shouted “Momma, Daddy’s home!”

This entry was posted on December 4, 2014. 47 Comments