The dwarves were under the wood pile again. The Valentine’s Day disaster had passed but the tension had not. The clammy moldiness was a comfort.
Herp poked a toad that stared at him blithely.
Derp sighed. “I don’t think Moribund will ever forgive us, but if you look on the flip side…”
“A what slide?” Herp’s bad eye meandered toward Derp.
“Flip side. Flip. FLIP!”
Something warty wetly struck Derp in the side of the head. It clung a moment before sliding down.
“What? You said ‘flip!’”
“No, I said toad slide,” he spat shoving the toad down Herp’s pants.
The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge. The prompt this week was “…the flip side…”
Previous 100-word installments in the Moribund saga:
- Hope in a Sklortch
- Toad Slide
- Derp’s Dilemma
- Glenda Gloop’s Failed Surprise
- Love Dies an Ugly Death Under the Sink
- Moribund’s Demise