“What did you do!?”
The girl. Wendy Jane. From a farm in nowhere, Kentucky. Freckles.
“Smee wanted hamburger.”
The extraterrestrial. Sm’ium. Smee for short. From a planet past Pluto. Laser gun in tentacle.
Together, they stood in front of the vaporized remnants of a cow. Blood and guts splatted onto the grass.
“Generous one said hamburgers come from beef, yes?”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Generous one is generous. Let Smee sleep in red dwelling with riding beast.”
“You mean the barn with the horse?”
“If beef is in cow, then hamburger is in cow.”
She facepalmed. “Your logic’s off, buddy.”
Hey Writer Bees. Two 100-word stories in a row? Crazy! Actually, this one’s been sitting in my drafts folder for YEARS. I always said I’d play around with it on a rainy day. And today is that rainy day. I kinda like how it turned out. It’s dialogue heavy and with limited descriptions. When it comes to filling any blanks, I’ll leave it to your beautiful imagination.
Let me know what you think in the comments.
Write with heart.
Love,
Lady Jabberwocky
Lady Jabberwocky 
Great logic 😊
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Makes perfect sense to me! See just needs the right tools….
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Marvelous.
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Great story, I like your imagination. Thanks for sharing.
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Thanks so much! 😀
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Made me laugh out loud, thank you!
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You’re very welcome. I think we all need a good laugh right now, myself included. 🙂
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