Three-Minute Fiction Round 7 Is Closed!

My father tells a joke about a saint and a criminal who meet at a bar. He forgets the punchline, but I get his meaning...

Some people swore that the house was haunted. Almost every day for three weeks, we'd find a dead one inside of it...

So the date was a failure, I get it. "He is a total plant," says Vuk, shooting me a look, all fire. "A what?" I ask...

In Tucson, we found the train-hopping kids, and went with them to New York City. I was 15 and had never been out of Arizona. That summer, I'd learned to eat from Dumpsters...

"The nurse left work at five o'clock." He sauntered his words at me like he was king of the street...

There goes our neighbor, Jim, running into the street again. He grabs one of the ducks crossing...