I Heard it Through the Grapevine

When I download the photo for Friday Flash Fiction, I usually go with the first thing that pops in my head. The reason being, my brain is so small it can only contain one thought at a time, and even then, if it’s a very big thought my neurocranium starts to swell. This week’s photo triggered multiple thoughts sending me into a neurocalyptic (You like that word? I made it up. J) spasm attack. I spat all three ideas out on 3 x 5 section of used Kleenex and applied the scientific method, Eenie-Meenie-Miney-Moe, to select a topic. My apologies to Edgar Rice Burroughs and Marvin Gaye.
 To read more stories based on this photo, go to   http://madison-woods.com/  click on the Blog tab, and follow the links.
I Heard it Through the Grapevine


“Jane, you look so sad. What’s the matter?”

“Oh Cheeta, since George came to the jungle, I find myself questioning my love for Tarzan.”

“I can understand your infatuation with a younger man. After all, it’s been a long time since you’ve seen another male of your species.”

“It sure has. And George is so sweet and childlike. He counts the petals on every flower.”

“That’s because he has the brain of a six year old, Jane. He can’t swing from a grapevine without slamming into a tree.”

“Yes, Tarzan is a better swinger, but George uses a bigger vine.”

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23 Comments on “I Heard it Through the Grapevine

  1. Dear Russell,Tarzan needs some Vinagra. You need a doctor.Seriously, though, you're hogging all the laughter. When they were passing out brains you thought they said bones and said, "I'll take a funny one." Still don't know how you do it on cue but I salute you for it.Thanks for visiting mine and leaving such a stitch inducing comment.Aloha,Doughttp://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/2012/07/19/sweet-wine-and-the-fullness-of-time/ (For any interested swingers out there:)

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  2. Hi Russell,Well I guess size matters. I'm talking about flash fiction of course. Someone should tell Tarzan it's a jungle out there. Another swingin' story fresh off the vine!Ron

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  3. Oy…if at all possible, I think I liked your prelude as much as your naughty little interlude. You never fail to amuse me…ever. And for that, I thank you!~Susan (www.susanwenzel.com0

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  4. Very funny. I guess you are of the camp that believes size matters? LOL. Or maybe it's the way he's swinging from it. Made me laugh as usual, Russell.

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  5. Haha..I see you turned Jane into a Cougar. Wonder what you had up your sleeve with… eenie meenie…? lol. I'm #68 on the list.

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  6. Cheeta is right, of course – it's not the size of the vine, it's how you swing it. Some hard facts to swallow in this one, Russell ;-)Beste, Mikaelahttp://mysocalleddutchlife.wordpress.com/2012/07/19/through-the-grapevine-ff-200712/

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  7. Hi Russell. Thanks for stopping over at my blog. You didn't leave your link this week, so I put it there in my reply. Is that ok? If not, just let me know and I'll remove it.

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