Postcards from The Pug Bus

Lifting a satirical leg on popular culture

Persons in the Ether

Question of the Week

Would you rather live in a treehouse or in a cave?

Lorraine Mudgett, 61, municipal permit folder

Allegedly residing at 27 Wren Ladder Road, Scranton, PA

Treehouse. At least when society collapses, I’ll have a view. A cave feels like giving up with stone furniture.

Calvin Tress, 48, assistant pudding logistics coordinator

Allegedly found at 904 Fern Sink Lane, Tulsa, OK

Cave. No gutters, no ladders, no raccoons judging my curtains. Humanity went indoors for a reason, even if it has since misused the privilege.

Denise Palko, 36, freelance receipt interpreter

Allegedly located at 116 Mossy Bureau Avenue, Boise, ID

Treehouse. A cave says “feral emergency.” A treehouse says “whimsical emergency,” which feels slightly better on a lease application.

Flash

He’s Toast

1 year philmaggitti 50-Word Stories

Colorful single large gold fish hovering partially over a piece of toast in a fish tank. — “The difference between toast and toilet paper? Toast is brown on both sides.”

Gerald prided himself on his toast-making ability–golden-brown perfection every time. One fateful morning, however, his toaster had other ideas. The rebellious appliance launched his toast with a woosh straight into the fish tank. Gerald sighed. The goldfish–named Toast–looked up, unimpressed. “Irony,” Gerald muttered, fishing his breakfast out of the water.

***Faster than a speeding gummy, able to leap small buildings at a single bound Flash Fiction is a guaranteed page turner.

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