Lost And Found

The house was upside down. Quite literally.
Sat on the front lawn, Samantha stared at the upstairs bay windows now level with her garden fence.
“Found ’em?” asked her neighbor, trimming the box hedge between them.
“Yep.” she said. “Last place I looked of course.”
“And that was?”
“The toaster.”

fictionin50.jpg

Comments below, but please leave your bots at the door.

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.