Here is the picture and my story for this Friday's flash fiction. It is the first thing that entered my mind when I saw the picture. I confess however, I had several Captain Morgan's!
It was one of those days—the cat yakked in my shoe, coffee overflowed the pot, work fornicated and multiplied before my eyes, the phone wouldn’t shut up! My brain smoked, dangerously close to overload.
That’s when the circuit breaker tripped—I lost my marbles.
“Lost-marble-syndrome” happens to me so regularly that I never panic. The little guys always roll home after a few moments of running amok. The pretty glass orbs show up in various places: my purse, coffee cup, even on the desk top right in front of me.
Contrary to popular belief, losing one’s marbles isn’t a bad thing. Just like circuit breakers in the home they trip-out for your protection.
Roll on, little marble. Roll on!
