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Tiny Stories: The Tobacco Enema

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The Henderson boy was pulled beneath the water’s surface by a rip current where the water that surrounded him was suddenly freezing cold, numbing him to the bone.

By the time the lifeguard was able to reach him with a float and drag him back to the beach shore, he had already succumbed to the water and surely would have perished had Dr. Phineas Ogden not been on hand with his kit containing a tobacco enema.

Interesting Fact: The Tobacco enema (circa 1750-1810) was a device primarily used for resuscitating drowning victims by introducing smoke into the victim’s rectum. It was believed that the hot tobacco smoke would restore lost consciousness allowing the victim to begin breathing again.

Tiny Stories: Always Find Her Way Home

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Bláithín always had such a strong belief in promises.

“A promise made is a promise kept,” she used to tell me.

But I, being a proper skeptic, hadn’t actually believed her when she told me, “I will always find my way back home to you. The water will be my guide.”

I will gladly admit that I am a fool and I was wrong, for true to her word Bláithín never failed to visit whenever the rain fell on the anniversaries of our birthdays, our wedding and her death.

Tiny Stories: Love You For The Rest Of Your Life

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What are you complaining about? You should consider yourself fortunate, Guillermo!

Of all the miserably single men in the world, struggling to find a soulmate and settling for whichever wretch stumbles across their path, you’ve met a widow, a beautiful black widow who will love you and only you for the rest of your life!

However short that may be.

©2018 Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys

Tiny Stories: Her Time Has Come

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Oh, I have lived lifetime upon lifetime, participated in events that have shaped this world, loved the best among you and the worst, but I must admit that never in all the many years of my immortal life have I witnessed anything more beautiful, touching and devastating than the living embodiment of Death gently and patiently explaining to an elderly butterfly that her time has finally come.

©2018 Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys

Tiny Stories: A Puddle of Memories

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Bailey didn’t remember the accident or being thrown clear of the car into the nearby bushes, and he was unconscious when his person was taken away in an ambulance. All he knew, when he came to, was that he was all alone, far away from home.

The concept and passage of time was slightly different for Bailey, so as the rain on his brow beat a rhythm unlocking the past, he sat at the scene of the accident, “good boy” style, in a puddle of memories, waiting faithfully for his human’s return.

©2017 Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys

Tiny Stories: Sister Pioneers

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Adelaide and Agatha Bechtel were born different from the rest of humanity but their parents did their level best to raise them with a sense of pride and dignity.

The twins were taught to ignore the stares of the ignorant masses, for evolution was on their side.

Soon the world would know the shocking truth and come to acknowledge and appreciate them as pioneers in the next stage of genetic advancement.

©2017 Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys

Tiny Stories: Childhood Pet Memories

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“Do you hate animals,” Florence asked her boyfriend. “I mean, no judgments if you do, it’s just you know how much I love them, right?”

“Yeah, I know you do,” answered Frank. “And no, I don’t have anything against animals.”

“Then why don’t you want a pet? They’re great companions, filled with love and affection, and studies show that pet owners tend to live longer, healthier lives.”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Why not?”

“You’ll laugh.”

Florence made the sign of the cross on her left breast with her index finger. “Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. I promise, I won’t.”

Frank left out a long, slow breath and said, “I grew up poor…”

“There’s no shame in that.”

“And my childhood home was a one-bedroom apartment that was so small that you had to open a window if you wanted to change your mind…”

“I’ve lived in a few of those,” Florence nodded in understanding.

“And I wanted to have a pet so badly, but there just wasn’t enough room, and we couldn’t have afforded to feed one anyway…”

Florence gave a soft grunt and nodded again.

“But like I said,” Frank continued. “I wanted a pet so badly…so I made my own pets out of dust bunnies who lived under my bed. I built them a warren and everything, and we used to go on imaginary adventures…”

“Awww, that’s so adorable,” invisible heart emojis beamed from Florence’s eyes.

“But my mother would always ruin it each time she came through for a quick tidy-up with the Dustbuster. All those bunny deaths…all those bunny deaths…”

Florence wrapped her arms around her boyfriend and held him as he wept softly into her shoulder. If they remained together, she knew they would live in a pet-free home.

©2019 Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys

Tiny Stories: Bad Hair Day

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Kink emerged the victor over smooth in the 100 Degree Summer Hair Skirmish, Poppy thought, glaring into the cheap, non-glass mirror disgusted by the fact that the sheen of the hair salon had abandoned her fiery locks on the humid walk home.

Her hair, that wild and unruly jungle that looked like a cat had puked a bird’s nest up, was now so untameable that it would have taken even the most talented beautician pit crew hours to brush out.

Her only recourse was the dreaded metal hot comb heating up in the gas-powered flames of the stove, as the countdown to prom commenced.

©2020 Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys

Stories are…

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Stories are the creatures that forage in the wilderness of our minds. Their claws pierce our curiosity, digging in deep to prevent our escape, as they force us into their maw, past razor-sharp teeth of conflict.

First Ever Kiss

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Ricky’s first ever kiss was deftly delivered by Betty-Jo Kopecki, a camp counselor three years his senior, with enough body English to make his legs wobble. To her, it was a one-off thing, done on a dare but to him it was a torrid summer camp fling and her kiss would be the high-water mark all others were measured against.