amcs :: creative stuff

“This isn’t what I signed up for at all. No damn way!” An idle Wednesday afternoon, with nothing but a laze by the pool scheduled, had become a complete nightmare. She was a lingerie model, he a llama, and the chase was on. The agency called just after lunch and begged her to fill in for Maria, who couldn’t make the shoot. Again! How that lazy sod expected to succeed in the modelling trade was a mystery.

“That’s correct, sir. I sold bananas for a living.” He bowed his head as he spoke. “And were you always fair to your customers?” The patriarchal gatekeeper adjusted his headset, moving the microphone closer to his mouth. The man shuffled his feet and glanced sideways but did not respond. “I’m afraid you’ll have to answer all my questions before I can allow you to proceed.” “Well,” he began, “I…” “Well, you?

I - Parakeet I looked down from my tree and saw a large, furry animal feeding upon the remains of a smaller but equally furry animal. At first I felt sickened but quickly mastered the urge. “Nature must run it’s course,” I declared. “Cobblers!” the green and red parakeet I shared my perch with exclaimed Silence enveloped us once more and we watched the red sun sink slowly beyond the distant horizon.