As soon as he said it, he knew it had been a mistake. Bruce turned around and glared at him. Bruce’s eyes were the first to go, then his shirt. Everyone in the alley was very happy his pants stayed on. The last thing they really wanted to see as they fled the bowling alley during his rampage were large green hairy balls.
Nothing and no one was ever good enough for Greta. She was the epitome of an arrogant, self-centered, woman that gave the entire female species a bad name. Two ice cubes instead of one – prepare to be drenched. Attempt to pick her up driving last year’s model – keep on driving. Don’t compliment her ignorance – expect a slap in the face. It made no difference where she was or who she was with – if you were not her, then prepare to experience her wrath. That was until she met her match.
Justin was from humble beginnings, but made something of himself. He was modest, kind, and unpretentious – in other words, everything Greta was not. All it took was a few drops of caster oil here and a few pats of laxative there to take her down.
Everyone was impressed. Justin, being his normal, modest self, just waved off their praise and said, “Ah, it was nothing. We used to give our sow the runs when she got to uppity too.”
When Deb Whittam retired from hosting 50-Word Thursdays, Kristian asked to pick it up and offered me a spot as co-host. Obviously, I jumped at the opportunity as I love this weekly prompt. Last week he was host, so this week, I am hosting. My prompt will go out at Midnight GMT on Thursday, and a recap will be posted by 10:00 PM GMT next Wednesday.
Rules: **Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything! **Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. **Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below. **HAVE FUN!