THE SMELL OF NAPALM IN THE MORNING
“So, tell me exactly how it happened.”
“I really have no idea. It’s all still just a blur. She asked one of those IED-booby trapped, wife questions, like, ‘Does this dress make my butt look big?’ There must have been some extra Semtex. I thought I was being tactful. I should have just claimed a kidney imploded. I’ve been banished to the couch for a night or two – but this??!”
“So, when do you think you will be allowed back in?”
“I don’t really know. I get good Wi-Fi reception out here, and I’m beginning to really enjoy the silence.”
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.