A Short Short Story
This is something I just finished. All the words are one syllable in it. It's only one page long, so take a peek at it and tell me what you think, ok?
The line is long. He stands there, on the black and white tile floor. His foot would not stop its tap on the tile. The taps keep time; lets him know how much he would not get back. He feels that they should pay him per tap. A look at his watch makes the ticks mix with taps.
The girl in front of him is fat. The dots on her dress look like red boils. Her three chins bounce with each word. Tap, tick, bounce. She talks of food to the glum clerk, a glint in her eye. He thinks she is a food pro for sure.
“One can do so much with beef,” she says. She holds her beef to make her point; the red meat jerks in her hand. The clerk nods with sage wit. Tap, tick, bounce, nod.
A sigh slips from his lips. The fat girl turns, one eye crunched in a scowl.
“You have a beef with me sir?” she says. Her scowl’s might makes her chins shake with great force. He holds his can of peas in front of him as a shield from her great bulk.
“No my dear, I am in awe of your beef smarts. I dub you Queen of Beef.” Her scowl turns to a beam. His shield of peas does not save him from her as she pulls him to her fat breasts.
“I love it when you call me Queen,” she tells him. He can just hear her through the fat.
“Just let me buy my peas,” he begs her.
“When I’m done, you can,” she says, as she buys her beef.
The line is long. He stands there, on the black and white tile floor. His foot would not stop its tap on the tile. The taps keep time; lets him know how much he would not get back. He feels that they should pay him per tap. A look at his watch makes the ticks mix with taps.
The girl in front of him is fat. The dots on her dress look like red boils. Her three chins bounce with each word. Tap, tick, bounce. She talks of food to the glum clerk, a glint in her eye. He thinks she is a food pro for sure.
“One can do so much with beef,” she says. She holds her beef to make her point; the red meat jerks in her hand. The clerk nods with sage wit. Tap, tick, bounce, nod.
A sigh slips from his lips. The fat girl turns, one eye crunched in a scowl.
“You have a beef with me sir?” she says. Her scowl’s might makes her chins shake with great force. He holds his can of peas in front of him as a shield from her great bulk.
“No my dear, I am in awe of your beef smarts. I dub you Queen of Beef.” Her scowl turns to a beam. His shield of peas does not save him from her as she pulls him to her fat breasts.
“I love it when you call me Queen,” she tells him. He can just hear her through the fat.
“Just let me buy my peas,” he begs her.
“When I’m done, you can,” she says, as she buys her beef.