From a prompt from the excellent 100 Word Stories podcast, found here:
By Christopher Munroe
Five days into growing a moustache I looked like a pedophile. I’ll own that.
The percentage of people who actually suit one, after all, is frighteningly small. Still, I commit to what I do, so the ‘stache was staying.
Until you got me drunk, waited for me to pass out and shaved it.
The next day, I faced my still-moustachioed friends, clean-shaven.
You thought I’d forgive this betrayal.
I’ll never forgive. Nor will I forget.
I’ll always remember, the fifth of Movember. The moustaches, treason and plot. I see no good reason moustaches and treason should ever be forgot.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Moustache, Prompt, shitty puns, Short story
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