They remove half the tables, stare out that huge window, and complain about being bottled up. What about me?? I view Nature through two layers of glass, and I’m stuck in this dispenser, like a genie.
Shut up Sugar! At least your glass is smooth. Poor Pepper and I are confined in these tiny, faceted shakers. We see outdoors only as fractals.
Hey! My plastic envelope is translucent. I only see shadows until some fat guy grabs me by the tail, jams his thumb up my spine, and squeezes me out onto French fries. I’d love to be bottled up.
Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday photo as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story.
I promised myself that I would not do any COVID19 Flash Fictions, but three of the four voices in my head told me to do it.