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Flash Fiction… Mike Tyson’s Carrot

images (9) A while back I was interviewed for the inaugural issue of the online magazine Write Mag. During the interview, Anthony Vernon asked if I could write a good flash fictionimagesCACEJK1Z story that could make Mike Tyson eating a carrot seem interesting:  Here’s the result.   For the rest of the interview of more info on Write Mag, click here.  Enjoy!

Q- If I forced you to write a story about Mike Tyson eating a carrot do you think it would be a good story?

A-     Why don’t I write one and you be the judge?  This is off the top of my head, so let’s hope it makes sense.

“Eh, is that Mike Tyson walking down the street?” Yellowfeather, asked.

“Where?”  Tom Hawk asked.

“Are you blind?  Right there,” Yellowfeather said pointing with his chin across the street.  And he’s munching on a carrot.”

“Nah, you’re crazy. That ain’t Mike Tyson. And that’s no carrot, now, is it?  It’s George Foreman and he’s smoking a cigar.

“Caw, you can’t smoke a carrot.”

“You can’t eat a cigar,” Tom Hawk insisted.

“He’s getting away!  HEY MIKE! MIKE TYSON! WHERE YA GOING?” Yellowfeather shouted.

The man across the street kept walking, either not hearing or ignoring the voice calling after him.

“You fool, I told you that wasn’t Mike Tyson, it’s George Foreman.  Watch and learn.”  Cupping his hands about his mouth, Tom Hawk bellowed: “MR. FOREMAN, HEY MR. FOREMAN.  I imagesCAK7WA1BLOVE YOUR GRILL. MY MOM COOKS ON IT ALL THE TIME.”

The man seemed to not hear Tom Hawk’s cries and slipped inside a bar. Being too young to drink, even too young to go inside, they sat outside the bar and waited. Every time the door open the two friends jumped up only to be disappointed.  Soon the sun dropped lower in the sky, and a chill settled over the town.

“Hey,” Yellowfeather asked a drunk stumbling out of the bar. “Is Mike Tyson in there?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, sure kid.  And he’s belting ‘em down.”

“See, I told you,” Yellowfeather told his friend.

“Naw,  you gonna believe a drunk?  Let’s ask the next guy.  I still say it’s the grill guy,” Tom Hawk insisted.  Just then, the front door swung open. “Hey mister, is George Foreman inside?”

The drunk laughed. “Yeah, he’s in the kitchen flipping burgers like a champ.”

The boys bantered back and forth until the sun sunk beneath the hills and the chill turned cold. Soon their teeth were clacking louder than their voices.  Yellowfeather spoke up: “Hey listen, I’m getting cold. I don’t really care if it was Tyson or Foreman, I want to go home, how about it, eh?”imagesCA9CT7GZ

“But what about finding out?”  Tom Hawk asked.

“Let’s flip on it.”  Yellowfeather said.

“Okay.”

“Heads it was Tyson, tails it was Foreman.”

“But was it a carrot or a cigar?” Tom Hawk asked.

“We’ll flip on that, too?”

“You have a quarter?”

“Nope.  How about you?”

“Nah, don’t have one.”
“Man, now we’ll never know,” Yellowfeather complained.

“What do you mean, I’m telling you, it was George Foreman,” Tom Hawk insisted as the boy’s shadows slipped from the streetlight’s glow.

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Guest Post – Jason Derr

Tonight I’m stepping aside to make room for Author Jason Derr, who has graciously agreed to give it a go with you, my dear followers. Please be nice and give him your attention and don’t throw any vegetables in my blog. Thanks to Jason, I can take the evening and work on my chess game, write another chapter and consume copious amounts of popcorn.

Take it away Jason:

Adventures of a Guest Post
By Jason Derr
Author: The Boston 395

I want to woo you, Gentle Reader, with tales of my own wit and creativity. Seduction, really, is the game. I must seduce you into wanting to read my book. But, alas, I am out of perfume and I, male that I am, never perfected feminine wiles.

But, before I leave you to your own devices, I will instead talk to you person to person. After all, I have your attention, so why should we talk.

I want to talk to you about the craft of writing and of my own book The Boston 395.

Who isn’t a sucker for seduction?

Tom Hanks once said that his job as an actor was to hit your mark and tell the truth. Telling the truth, as an actor, though involves lying. It involves taking on another persona, telling a story that is not your own to people you will never meet.

So it is with writing. Our job is to fill the page and speak the truth. We speak the truth by telling lies.

For instance – I know of no trains that bend the rules of space and time, whose every stop exits into a broken life. If such a train does exist please, would someone point me towards it? I would like to ride such a thing and find out if my description of it were accurate.

So, my train is a lie.
But I hope it tells some sort of truth – about being broken and being

Author Jason Derr

transformed. About healing and wholeness.

So it is Gentle Reader that I will leave you with those thoughts. More of a sketch really, some words to invite you into thinking and, I hope, reading.

Fill the page of your life, tell the truth

 

 

 

 

Thanks again Jason.  I have to say, when I’m done my current fascination with Updike, Boston 385 is next on my kindle.

Good luck and please stop by again in the future!