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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
a day in the life

Submitted: July 13, 2013

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i was down home minding my own business reading a recent periodical, something about the colleration between cicada cycles and the number of vowels in baby names, when i got a call from madame lefleur's nail salon telling me i missed my appointment and there will be a charge of 25 dollars american for the inconvienence. i gave madame lefleur a call back explaining that i do my own nails, that perhaps a wrong number sat stuck in the data base. following a professional apology, i hung up convinced the matter had been resolved. i went back to the periodical.

well, it was just about that time when came a knock on the door. i opened up and was confronted by three girl scouts selling girl scout cookies. as polite as i could be, i said i bake cookies myself so no thank you very much. apparently the news wasn't well received because all three girl scouts stuck their tongues out then unceremoniously left. i closed the door thinking girl scouts ain't what they use to be, if they ever were anyway. that sorta thing. the messy affair put me in a sour mood so i poured a drink and pulled the blinds, ordered chinese food at lee ho fook's, delivered of course, in 45 minutes or less. lee ho's english is fractured to the bone, but the food is passable enough; which suited my frame of mind after the abuse suffered by the trio of ill-mannered pixies. i resumed reading where i left off. 20 minutes later i fixed another another drink, safe in the knowledge that if some is good more is better and passable chinese is made a lot more winner under the influence. tick tock tick tock. lee ho's son, mo, arrived within the alotted interlude amid a large brown paper bag cradled in one arm opposite a spare hand clapped around a styrofoam cup chock full of black tea. i invited mo in for a drink but he declined saying that should he return to the restaraunt with alcohol on his breath his father would beat him unconcious. we said our goodbys. i bade him say hello to lee ho for me, walked to the kitchen, dumped the black tea in the kitchen sink, drew a tall one, settled on the couch ready & willing. i opened the bag. yup, not my order. yes, i'm one pissed off primate. though i ate the whole bag just the same, cursing lee ho & mo bite by bite. now here, i miust admit the banquet tasted mighty tasty; in fact, a cut above whatever i ordered, so i stopped spraying four letter words without predudice.

i went to bed happy. slept like the dead. next day, the radio claimed i died in my sleep.

but i don't believe it.


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