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Wayward Trajectory

Published June 5, 2017 in Cintusia , Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Wayward Trajectory

Jack had long ago weaponized his intellect.

Using argument to get the upper hand.

What he was not prepared for was it to be used against him.

“You said you valued the truth. The truth is I’m tired of you.” said Cynthia.

He winced and tried to catch his breath.

A precise armour piercing missile.

Pop Corn Drizzle

Published May 16, 2017 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

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It was sprinkling at the track.

He got a tip from some guys’s cousin.

Running steroids for Dirty Harry
who was racing in the third.

Then Jack got nervous and had Mary Lewis
bet their money to win, place and show.

Horse fucking won, but they lost two bets and only had enough for tacos.

Road Trip

Published April 27, 2017 in Jack Sprat , Marianne - 0 Comments
Road trip

A 55 word story called Road Trip about a couple who decide to hit the road.

“We’ve got to blow this one horse town.”

“Thanks,” Marianne said.

“You’re the one horse” Jack smiled.

“Ha ha.”

Driving into a blinding blizzard with no heat in the car.

Taking turns scraping ice off the inside of the windshield.

Making a tiny window, just enough to see the eighteen wheeler bearing down on them.


Yeah, it’s an open loop. You decide what happens next.

Plato’s Retreat

Published April 23, 2017 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Platos Retreat

Chrissie was a regular at the club.

Friends with Moise and Larry, the King of Swing.

Followed Jack around like a puppy dog.

“Jack, you want a blow job?”

She asked, like offering a cigarette.

“No thanks, Chrissie, we’re working’ right now.”

“Ok, just let me know.”

Setting up the cameras for the S&M show.


Living in New York in the 1980’s. I was a crazy time. Jack was in the middle of it, trying to make a living.

The Instigator

Published April 9, 2017 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

The Instigator

One thing you could say was that he had nerve.

On the playground the older bully tried to make him submit.

“Is that all you got?”

Answered by a flurry of punches.

Jack laughed a belly laugh.

The lasting joy of not being broken

was well worth the pain of getting clocked a few times.

Better to Go Supperless Than to Rise in Debt

Published April 5, 2017 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Better to Go Supperless

Jack Sprat could eat no fat.

He had a bit of an eating disorder

and was fond of purging.

Unusual in men, but not without precedent.

His wife, Glenda, could eat no lean.

She was type 2 diabetic simply from loving donut holes

and pounding french fries.

Together, they made every meal an adventure.

Book VI

Published February 7, 2017 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments

Book VI

Sometimes it’s better to get the story out than to worry about chronology. This one jumps way ahead into the future.


Published July 5, 2016 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments


Well intentioned, but still in trouble.

Just like Jack.

Question is, what was he up to sneaking out the back?

For Simplicity’s Sake

Published July 2, 2016 in Jack Sprat , Ruth - 0 Comments

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In our family we only had one dog name.

At one time, our grandparents and us both had dogs named Homer.

It’s very efficient.

You only have to give one command.

And call one name.

The dogs don’t care.

As long as you feed them, love them and don’t make them wear the same outfits.


It was Ruth’s idea.

Why waste energy having to remember more than one dog name?

Keep it simple, stupid.


Published June 13, 2016 in Jack Sprat - 0 Comments


Sometimes just not repeating the sins of your fathers is the greatest gift of all.

Jack is taking inventory.

This one goes in the “wins” column.