Joseph was a very frustrated young man. He was living a life. He wanted to live a cartoon.
Surprisingly, I wrote yet another very short story based on the StoryADay prompt for today, “Whatever happens, don’t die. See you Monday.”
Noise came from the guest room. Marianne was in there. What was she doing? It sounded like hammering.
It was either a pill or a piece of candy. Or it was Donny’s missing eye. I was hoping for the pill or candy.
“Are there moose in Pasadena?” “Are there what? Where?” “Moose. In Pasadena. I ask because I’ve never been to Pasadena.”