Flying Monkey

Last night, a flying monkey flew into our house.  She flew this way and that and scared poor Father. 

He fell to the floor, turned blue, and died. “On your knees”, she spat and roared at me.  “Warlock Shameful sent me here, Water Witch.  He says you are psycho and that you lie! He never liked you!  You make him sick, Witch!” The monkey then flew straight up to the sky.

I started to run, I tried to explain.  Poor monkey doesn’t know the real story, I thought.  She doesn’t understand the pain. She is blind to Shameful’s black history. 

I can’t escape her.  She wants to hurt me.  Warlock’s cult has trained her to believe.

-By Tricia Lynn

 

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Tricia Lynnhttp://www.livecreatetellthestory.com
Tricia Lynn was born in Indianapolis, Indiana and has lived there most of her adult life. After turning fifty in 2019, Tricia decided to create a second act for herself. She left her career in medical administration to pursue her passion for writing, art, and a life with less stress. She's a creative mother of two adult sons. Triston, the youngest, is the owner of Vittorio Visualz. Together, the two of them love to explore their city by taking road trips. Tricia writes the stories and her son takes the photographs. When she's not behind the wheel on a road trip, you can find her hard at work on her lifestyle blog - Live, Create, Tell the Story.
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