Toasted Lincoln | By Marc Littman

“Jamie ate his toast, why won’t you eat yours?” I pleaded with my 6-year-old son.

“It looks like President Lincoln,” Teddy pointed out the stovepipe hat, beard and sad eyes with butter tears streaming down his sunken cheeks. “You burnt him,” he shuddered pushing away his plate. “I like Mr. Lincoln. I get off school to celebrate his birthday.”

Even Jamie, 11, was impressed by his younger brother’s rampant imagination. He picked up the toast for closer inspection. “Yep, Honest Abe’s toast, that’s the truth, and I’m still hungry.” He opened his mouth wide and swallowed Abe back into history.

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Marc Littman's flash fiction has been widely published in online magazines and anthologies. He also writes novels and plays.