In 55 Words FD MC Challenge 2017 – Day 201
Hello and welcome to a random lunch break update where you’ll get to read something quite preposterous. How’s that for an opening?
Today’s short story was born out of a mistake. Since English isn’t my native language, every now and then spelling betrays me. It doesn’t happen often but if native speakers can choke on their language why can’t I? My original intent for this one was of an entirely different nature (an idea I’ll probably return to in the future) but as I was toying with words, I accidentally fumbled one and suddenly I had another avenue to explore. Sure, it was a completely ridiculous one but the accidental nature of it all almost demanded something of the sort.
Behold another branch of silly humor in the fetish realms. Enjoy.
Lance opened his eyes. He stood in a perfectly upright position, feet planted on the carpet, arms semi-outstretched in awkward angles. His skin was coarse. He couldn’t move at all.
Sitting right behind him, Gwen shook her head and facepalmed.
Perhaps she shouldn’t have tried to wake him up from trance with “one, two, tree.”