He walked the night – a stalker, scrounger of meals, nose quivering, ears listening; a fence-scaler, traversing the edge with tight-rope precision, he reached the end. Dropping down to a black, wet tarmac he padded across. Two small spotlights appeared and grew, casting an illuminated trap. Splat. So ends this possum’s tale.
haha. sorry i should not laugh but…
had one on the porch once that would not leave…
nasty critters…
nice 55.
We can be rather nasty too at times. So no, we shouldn’t laugh. But I wonder, do they?
oh no – that poor possum….
Finally – compassion for poor opossum. Thank you, Claudia!
Why did the chicken cross the road?
To prove to the possum that it could be done!
Funny 55!
Oh dear – my poor fictional oppossum. Everyone but Claudia so far is laughing at his demise. There may be an opossum spirit out there that will haunt you guys… on a dark and windy night….
I really like the new format
Thanks! Is that because it’s short?
No, suspension was short.
Oh, okay. That makes sense. Yeah, he didn’t have any time to know what hit him, nor we to predict. But I have a feeling that I used one of the cheapest cheats a writer can use for a swift ending to a story. Run him over. Splat.
Geez, you’re almost as bad as G-Man.
Poor opossum. I can totally relate to being a little slow getting across the road.
Don’t worry, my conscience is going to bother me all week for the laughter purchased on this (fictional no less) opossum’s back. Like you, there’s no way I can sprint across roads anymore either. He he. Better watch what I write from now on.
Awww! Poor possum…I was sort of hoping he was just playing possum – lol!
Great 55!
It’s fiction, so you can make it that, if you like. All tender-hearted writers, from now on, my possom may be squashed, but he’s only playing squashed. He’s faking it.
Road kill a real buzz kill for the opossum family. Great follow up 55 to create a theme on G-man’s post. My 55 is HERE .
I can’t claim brilliance for the idea, I’m afraid. I just thought it was the theme. After all that, and the poor opossum needn’t ever have been run over. Darn.
That is the least ugly possum I have seen.
I have no compassion they make our lives miserable each summer.
Great 55
Have a kick ass weekend
moonie smiles
How? What do they do to tick everyone off so much? The only possum I’ve ever known was Pogo and he was adorable, along with Mrs Boombah, Rabbit and all his relations.
Oh no! That’s a great opossum picture! “Splat.” Perfect word, again, the abruptness of death. I once had a squirrel suddenly jump off a stone wall right into the road right in the path of my car. There was no time to react. It was an awful sound. (And I’m a person who will cause a ten car pile-up by slamming on my brakes to save the life any and every little critter who wanders onto the road!)
Why am I not surprised?
Awww poor thing. That possum looks kind of cute in the picture though. I don’t think they’re that bad, same with bats and raccoons. Everyone seems to call those kinds of creatures rats, like for example bats, they call them rats with wings.
Wanna see my 55er? It’s at http://www.thelunaticsdiary.blogspot.com
Nooooooooo, I love them!!! We have so many around and have their little babies on the back….(I feed them) oxoxx Good flash 55 darling. Sending you love xx
Hooray! Another vote for the poor oppressed opossum. Hugs to you, Amanda. XXOO
Aw! Gee!
Who knew they were not so ugly? That one looks sort of cute.
I’m still sad about the car though, doesn’t seem fair at all. Poor possum!
Cute
creepy looking thing! SPLAT! Nice visual word (eeeewwww!) Great 55. Glad to see you writing again!
Thanks, SheW. It’s good to be back.
I came to your site to leave my link for this weeks poet’s rally and was sucked into this post. What a clear picture you painted!
My post is the first spinoff I came up with of “Shoes,” the Cinderella-story poem. Let me know what you think! http://thejuliebook.wordpress.com/2010/10/07/fairytale-work-in-progress/