An enjoyable read. Around here, all the ice cream parlors close for the winter, so I guess I'll just sit in the parking lot and if anyone asks if I need something I'll answer, “Nope. Guess I’ll just wait for Spring.”
I doubt it. The point of these microscopic stories is that they last for 100 words and that's it. So the most I can hope from them is a quick grin or thought and the reader moves on. This one depends a lot on irony, I suppose.
I suspect we've all had experiences like this, TJ. But this one came at a time when I was really looking for something to write about. Hence the "heaven" comment. ;)
Malcolm entered the bathroom in deep thought. It was not every day that he was told by a doctor that he had an unpronounceable disease. It seemed that he had something known commonly as “Anti-Tourettes.” This was a condition in which the sufferer imagines the world as constantly swearing at him. Something to ponder on indeed.
As he passed the shelf with his wife’s unguents, balms and unknowables, Malcolm glimpsed the word “Getashit.” His mind was distracted from its thoughts to wonder if this were some new form of laxative.
He reversed and read the label again. Cetaphil it read.
Word count: 100
For my own amusement
Prompt: None because it happened to me.
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