Microdosing - 50mg of Fiction
Prompt: Curse
Today on Microdosing our prompt is CURSE!
Write a story in 50 words! Don’t forget to tag me if you follow along with the challenge!
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The buttons slowly escaped the prison of his flannel shirt. The seams on his jeans followed soon after.
Yet, he stuffed his face more and more. Growing and bloating his body to a grotesque size.
A tear rolled down his chubby cheek. He lost.
And the curse triumphed.
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"I saw your Facebook," he said.
"It was Instagram.”
My father's face reddened. "Why do you have to use language like that!"
I was fifty years old. Sitting shiva for his brother. And he was scolding me about a curse.
Your funeral will be a fucking ghost town, I thought.
A curse?
Really?
Not a jinx?
Same thing.
So she defeated it. She cursed it right back. She had the power and she was outrageous about it. She took advantage of the waves of possibilities — the waves of hope. She silenced the inner chorus of anguish from the curse. Victory!