The Critic…


“They followed the buffaloes and their babies along the trail heading into the woods.

Her face contorted a little bit, scrunched up around her nose as she placed her finger across her mouth and thought. “Well,” she finally stated, “I thought it was a bit contrite. The characters were shallow. There was never really a plot to speak of. And, most of all, what was with all those buffalo?”

His face went slack as he listened to her berate his newest story. “You’ve been talking to your mother, haven’t you?”




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R. Todd

I'm older than I think I am and younger than I feel. I'm stuck in the 80's but relevant to today (oh I hope that last part is true). I think I am more of an enigma than I really am, but somehow still confound those who try to figure me out (or they just look at me weird, so I infer that). And I really hate my first name. Husband, father, Navy Vet, UCF graduate, cat owner (translate.. slave), wannabe writer, and all around big kid who is stuck in an adult world. Overall, I just... um.. something to something, blah blah blah. And that's all I got to say about that.

7 thoughts on “The Critic…”

  1. I agree with Sally’s comment above! Another good story Todd! Thank you for writing for the MFtS challenge and I hope to see you back next week. Just a tease: Laughter is involved! Be well… ^..^

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