I swiped Miss Evers’ fountain pen. It’s older’n her an’ drips but she loves it. Teach her to fail me in CompLit. Craparoonie pen still uses ink. Jeez, it’s 1952, not 1852.
The pen is mightier than the atom bomb, she said. Not the sword.
So I wrote: My dog has fleas
Alphonse didn’t twitch. I forgot the period. I wrote: “.”
He started scratchin’ like mad.
I wrote: The world ends at noon today
Dumbass. Practically noon right now. I went to cross out the line.
The pen dripped.
One perfect period.
Now sirens’re wailin’ outside. Whoop whoop wh
Day 2 of 31: 100-word Drabbles.
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