Billy was not a fan of practical yuletide gifts, but his mother insisted he show his gratitude by writing a note for every present he received, including the monogramed handkerchiefs. He complied.
“Dear Uncle Eb. Thanks for the snot rags. I’ll think of you every time I blow my nose.”
John H. Dromey has had short fiction published in Alfred Hitchcock’s Mystery Magazine, Betty Fedora, Stupefying Stories Showcase, and elsewhere.
Ha ha! Thank you for making me laugh. Story arrived just at the right moment, writing going not too well this morning here in this writer’s study in Cambridge UK, now I feel upbeat. Hilarious. Julia
You’re welcome, Julia. Thank you for your comment. I probably should have responded sooner, but in addition to your being six hours ahead of me, it’s difficult—even for someone like me with long arms—to reach the keyboard while on Cloud Nine. In other words, my gratitude is genuine for what I took to be a heartfelt compliment. Good luck with your writing.
Ahh snot rag, a favorite word of mine .
Thanks for commenting, John. I’m not surprised, since we both grew up in the Midwest part of the United States where the term was in common use.
Term in common usage here too in the UK – takes me back to my 1970s childhood. Although parents and teachers didn’t like the word.
I love this 50-word site, thank you Editor and all you fellow writers. Nice mixture of different types of stories but must confess the amusing ones really make my writing days a helluva lot brighter.