What Sargent Filster Saw

His garage was full of boxes jammed to the flaps with a truly odd assortment of, well, rubbish.
Clear glass jars of toenail clippings, dust bunnies, cookie crumbs.
Matchboxes from around the world.Cocktail umbrellas. Plastic hula dancers.
Desiccated mice feet inside cardboard tubes.
Owl claws strung on leather shoestrings.
And rubber bands so old they crumbled when touched.
The thing that creeped me out the most?
A box of stuffed birds, moth-eaten and moldy, with bright yellow beaks
just like the one he sent to Mikey Short
with a note that read,
“Sing like a bird and you’re dead.”

(99-words)

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The Snitch

Today, what Pegman Saw took us to Buffalo, New York. So many places to visit! Perhaps I was hungry because I ended up at a Pizza Parlor

Sure we sold pizza.
But that ain’t all we tossed over the counter.
Leo? Sold the girls. Big ones, little ones, fat, skinny. You get the picture.
Tony? Ran the fights. Men. Women. Dogs. Didn’t give a rats ass who beat up who, long as our pockets was full of coin.
Zelda? Ha! An ace that one. Best bookie me and the boys ever met.
A mix of legs and fire and chutzpah. Bettin’ fellows threatened to wager their favorite grandmother just so’s they could win a slice of the moolah Zelda kept tucked inside her bra. Never came to it, though. That dame was brainy.
Let those fools win just enough to bring ’em back next day. Smartest one of us all.
No one’s real clear about what happened. We’re just glad our Zelda takes time out from runnin’ the Bocce Club
to visit us here in the joint.
(150 Words)

Buffalo