99-word fiction: A day of rest
“What do you mean you have no words? You’re a writer. Find some. 99 to be exact.”
I’d made it difficult for myself. A week of 99-word stories and now the muse demanded more.
He sat there tapping his fingers on the desk, his face and neck red. It was Sunday. I said I wanted a day off.
“A … day … off?”
He slammed his hand on the desk and his fountain pen jumped. I grabbed it and stabbed down on his hand. He screamed.
“Ouch! Ouch!”
“I’m going for a drink,” I said. “99 words on Monday.”
My Words, My World 