Short Stories
“When did your ankles get thick?” he asked.
She frowned.
“I— all I said was ‘good morning’…”
He placed his coffee cup on the counter.
“Really? I wasn’t listening.”
This makes me so sad EVERY time I see it, without fail.
Aw, you poor little pile of nonsense! Allow me to cheer you up with a fairy tale.
the kind prince: Ngh.
the nothing girl: Ow!
tkp: Ngh!
tng: Owowowow!
tkp: Okay, whose bright fucking idea was it to try and put boots on this bitch?
tng: I’m sorry. I’m so sorry!
tkp: Fuck it, someone go find a slipper.
why are the boots painful for her?
I can answer this two ways.
The nice way: because she’s quite a sturdy girl.
The ouchy way: because she’s got cankles like smokestacks. Try putting boots on a pair of bridge pylons and see how it works out for ya.