And a terribly self-conscious mid-teen tries to writhe stylishly to the music whilst smiling as if she’s having a good time, when a man walks by and says, “Toilets are that way!” and his witty criticism stings so much that years later she writes about the experience in fifty words.
Joanne Bowers lives in England and enjoys reading and writing microfiction.
The guy was a jerk.
The pain from fifty years ago springs forth anew
good, now you’ve exorcised the memory and can focus on even more writing!
Wish my mom could have read this,those stylish men with foul mouths. She mentioned how “droopy ass” spoiled her happy evening.
What an asshole! Your story is funny and fresh and o hope it helped to write it.
Great story!
Thanks everyone, for the likes and comments. The man meant no harm, it was just a friendly joke, but it did wound me at the time.
Brill. Made me proper smile