Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Wheel of Misfortune - A Tale in 55 words

Green Popsicle oozed from her nicotine-stained fingertips into the sleeve of her pink chenille robe as another smiling schmuck bought a useless vowel from Vanna.

Mildred wheezed and spat out her answer at the TV, “Bermuda Shorts!” the one that eluded her in seventy seven.

She lost more than an Amana Radarange that day.

1 comment:

  1. Grin...love the hook at the end.

    One ponders the possibilities..and the implicaations boggle the brain.