My wife’s grandfather was a Bracero from Mexico in the ’50s. He’s a tough and charming man, 94, lives alone with some paid help afternoons. Last month he got one of his grandkids’ kids a job at McDonalds. He told them they should hire the kid, he bought a McMuffin, and they hired Albert. Saturday he told us, in Spanish because English hasn’t pierced hisRead More
This one is not about a dog. Well, not literally.
Right over here. One hundred and forty-eight words, and let me tell you, it’s hard to cram a story into so few words. I cheated and went for easy emotion. Awww, poor puppy! So. Where’s yours? Write it up, send it in, and we’ll publish it.
Today’s story comes in at 197 words — 47 words over the 150 word limit of our super short fiction series. Maybe I should stretch it to three hundred and make it a two-parter. Even better, maybe you should try writing a Hundred-Fifty word fiction and then send it to us so we can publish it.