Thursday, March 01, 2007

HARRY’S BAD DAY: A 100-WORD STORY

Harry knew Monday was going to be rough; he felt it in the pit of his stomach when he woke up.

At the bus stop, a pit bull grabbed his ankle: man pitted against beast. Fortunately, Harry won, albeit with a torn trouser leg.

On the bus, he remembered that he had neglected his deodorant. A quick armpit-whiff confirmed it. He scowled.

Working an open-pit coal mine was no picnic. After a brutal morning, Harry broke for lunch. Hummus on pita bread. A pit in his cherry pie cracked a molar.

Crap, he thought. Some days are just the pits.

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