An enjoyable read. Around here, all the ice cream parlors close for the winter, so I guess I'll just sit in the parking lot and if anyone asks if I need something I'll answer, “Nope. Guess I’ll just wait for Spring.”
I doubt it. The point of these microscopic stories is that they last for 100 words and that's it. So the most I can hope from them is a quick grin or thought and the reader moves on. This one depends a lot on irony, I suppose.
I suspect we've all had experiences like this, TJ. But this one came at a time when I was really looking for something to write about. Hence the "heaven" comment. ;)
Colonel Sir Percival Bertram was not in the best of moods. He was muttering as he shuffled through the papers on his desk. Jenkins stood nearby at attention.
Bertram burst out in irritation, “Where is it, Jenkins? Bloody thing’s gone missing again.”
“It’s usually in the top drawer to your right, sir.” replied the butler.
The colonel threw open the drawer. “You’re right, Jenkins. Bloody place is haunted, I tell yer. Damn ghost is moving my stuff.”
“I doubt that, sir.”
Bertram harumphed. “You do, hey? And what makes you think it’s not a ghost?”
“You’ve been sleepwalking again, sir.”
Word count: 100
For Micro-Fiction Challenge, Week 1 2022
Prompt: Sleepwalking.
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