Susan, at Stony River (for a little while longer anyway) manages to host Microfiction Monday even though her life is in complete upheaval. And it's funny! That is the sign of something, but I'm not sure whether it's true class or true insanity. Either way, we love her for hosting!
Take the illustration she provides, write a story in 140 characters or fewer, post it on your blog, and link back to hers. Visit the others' posts, make nice comments, and voila - you'll have a group of friends who like to be funny and brief. (And some may even wear funny briefs, but you won't be able to tell unless they expose the truth on their blog, so don't worry!)
So here's this week's illustration followed by my story. I'm sorry but I couldn't decide this week. To understand the first one you have to know that in our area, blaze orange is the color prisoners wear as they are moving around the city.:
Look mom! Men in jail dresses!
No honey, those are monks in robes.
They get to wear their pajamas all day?
Not pajamas . . . oh, never mind.
Let’s head for the Treasury building.
Yeah, Americans give money to anyone that looks oppressed.
These robes oughta do it then.
and FYI: These monks were here in D.C. in 2008 as part of the Bhutan exhibit on the National Mall in Washington. It's part of the Smithsonian Folklife festival. It was kind of strange to go into their pavilion and watch them doing 'monk' things on display. Sort of a weird anthropological zoo. And even stranger to listen to all the excruciatingly politically correct discussions around me from the typical Washington beltway folks who know very little about anything in depth. I'm not sure which part of it was more surreal. After about 5 minutes my son said, "this is creepy. Let's go to the Air & Space Museum."