The Shortest Story I Have Ever Written


There was a gremlin in my head poking my skull from behind my eyes with a really small ice pick…..at least that is what the ache in my head felt like. It had been there for days. Coincidentally, I couldn’t find my glasses. I needed them to see. Without them I had to squint and stretch my eyes to be able to focus. Even then images were unclear.

At first, I tried to find the glasses. As the days went on, I just learned to be without them and went on with my daily life.

Then out of nowhere it hit me. I took them off and put them in the inside pocket of my winter jacket after I got off work.

I went to the closet and reached into the pocket.

BAM

There they are. I unfolded them and placed them on my face across the bridge of my nose.

Clarity had returned. Amazingly enough my headache went away as well.

Then I looked around and said,

“Wait a minute….whose house is this?”

Daily prompt- Ha Ha Ha

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26 thoughts on “The Shortest Story I Have Ever Written

  1. Psychicquill says:

    My mom used to lose her glasses and find them later in the freezer, pantry, or oven. At least they were always somewhere in the kitchen.

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