Prompt by https://pauldaronson.wordpress.com/2019/06/02/50-words-1/
Tomorrow is my D day. I will know if the government will continue to give me
the pension. With all the problems I have in my body, a new one with my arthritic
left hand. Uncertainty. Yet I’m not nervous to face the music.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
“Hy honey, how was your work today?”
“As usual.”
“You need to relax, here, have a glass of scotch while I give you a good message.”
He started sipping the scotch, he coughed and felt down, now she was getting the insurance money.
“Got you bitch!” He yelled laughing profusely.
Stay Frosty gents and gentesses.
P.S. 50 words exactly, not as easy as I thought.
CRAZY LIFE 