Microstory Monday
"Where the Keys Went," or The High Fiber Diet Continues
I lean back from over the bowl, and slump against the bathroom wall.
Resisting the urge to wipe my brow, I smear my hands on the already dirty towel I have on my lap.
"Still nothing," I call out to my wife. "I didn't pass them."
I lean back from over the bowl, and slump against the bathroom wall.
Resisting the urge to wipe my brow, I smear my hands on the already dirty towel I have on my lap.
"Still nothing," I call out to my wife. "I didn't pass them."
posted by Dean at 11/14/2005 11:30:00 AM
5 Comments:
what are you talking about?
what are you talking about?
Obviously our anony-mouse twins above have never grappled with the dilemma of where to put the house keys when running about the neighborhood wearing your favorite unitard.
I mean, I'd keep my lunch in my stomach for safekeeping, if I wasn't so sure it would be digested.
hahah... that was great. i love your microstory mondays.
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