It was the first time I’d worn a suit in years.
Nervously, I feigned nonchalance. Made small talk. Nodded to people, surprisingly youthful, who didn’t nod back.
Now, seated near the back of the room, punch in hand, reality began to set in.
I was at the wrong class reunion.
Susan Gale Wickes lives in Indiana. She enjoys writing short stories and poetry and looks for inspiration in lots of strange places.
They wanted stories too grotesque, outlandish, and offensive to be published on FiftyWordStories.com or any mainstream web or print publication.
I selected three stories from my bottom drawer, stories filled with violence, sex, sacrilege, and scatology.
They were all accepted.
I’ll have to change my name and leave town!
Harry Demarest has retired after careers encompassing scientific research, teaching at a university, software development, web application development, and voter database compilation and distribution. He is now spending his time with his grandchildren and writing memoirs and short stories. This is a true story of his experiences submitting to a contest.
My surgeon departs the room.
With a reassuring smile, the anesthesiologist tells me to count down from 100.
98, 97, 96…
Before leaving, he farts loudly. He turns to me with a menacing look.
I close my eyes, pretending not to have heard. My future in his hands, I sleep.
Kevin McManus wrote this story.