MMA Storytime #35


“Helen we’re very impressed with your clear knowledge and extensive experience but we must admit that we do have some reservations.”

“Really, I can’t imagine what.  You would be hard pressed to find a more suitable applicate I would think.”

“Well, yes, you are infinitely qualified, there is no doubt of that, it’s rather the other matter.”

“The other matter?”

“Let us be frank Helen, it’s your referees.”

“My referees?  Well, I‘ll concede I was hesitant to include them, but they were so perfect.”


“Ronald McDonald is the perfect salesman and The Hamburgler, well he knows how to steal.”

100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge #35 – Referee

© Deb Whittam 2020

MMA Storytime #34

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As the dust swirl through the air Martin grimaced, he’d been sure that the clouds promised rain but it appeared his hopes were for naught and he sighed in resignation.

The Commander had directed him to move the gi out first thing; though what good a load of galvanized iron would do in the circumstances he had no idea but he was in transporting, it wasn’t his concern.

“Hey you,” Turning Martin saw a man in a trench coat approaching and frowned, it was already steaming hot, “Which way to Siberia?”

It was going to be one of those days.

100 Word Flash Fiction Challenge #34

© Deb Whittam 2020

The A Mused Poetry Contest 9/12 – 9/18/2020


I felt it the moment they stuck it on.
Shame descended upon me right away.
I knew it for what it was,
A stigma, I swore I would make them pay.

For marked I was, I felt the others turn,
Association would only bring despair.
For we all knew since Covid-19,
That brushing off notoriety was rare.

Absently I wondered what crime I had committed,
I mean, I was a staple, I was beyond compare.
But then Larry, the wholesome muesli bar whispered,
“You contain nuts mate.”  Life just wasn’t fair.

The A Mused Poetry Contest 9/12 – 9/18/2020

© Deb Whittam 2020