100 word story: Idiot celebrates the completion of her first jobless month
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| ‘Personal-Room’ at it’s happiest |
Idiot completes a month of joblessness.
“How do you feel today?” – She thrusts the mic at a mirror.
Idiot-In-Mirror: “Grateful.”
“To hubby, ‘coz he now has to make ends meet?”
“Na, to room… Personal-Room.”
Idiot gives a long hard stare to her counterpart. She
should’ve seen it coming.
She ends up dusting, sweeping and mopping Personal-Room
until the latter beams like Baby-Idiot fresh out of bath; every hair combed neatly
into place. Gratitude, she muses,
is powerful indeed.
How else do you thank a good room that asks for nothing,
but quietly stops the world from chomping up your thought-noodles?
