Microdosing Fiction - 100mg of a Wanderer
Write 100 words based on the words: WANDERER
Our prompt for today is WANDERER
Write a story in 100 words!
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With a majestic beard, an old coat, and a staff, a legend wandered the world. Wherever he went, he asked for water and bread, nothing more and nothing less.
Cruel hosts drove him out of their homes and the wanderer cursed their crops.
Good folk met him with kindness, invited him in, and he accepted their bread and water. Then, before he left, the wanderer waved his staff, stomped three times and laughed until every mug in the household poured beer on command.
And so the wanderer walked the land, bringing joy to the goodhearted and misfortune to the cruel.
Dealer’s note:
Sorry for missed micro on Monday, life happened.
Unsurprisingly this micro was written in a pub and it’s inspired by the Wanderer Brewery or Poutník, which is a Czech brewery in operation since 1552! And we used to drink it in our local pub as a wee lads!
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Pat sat next to her Gary at the optician’s desk, watching him undress the technicians with his eyes. As he’d done for all of their 45-year marriage. Watched his head ping-ponging to track all the young derrières in their blue scrubs.
The attendant laid out their options following Gary’s cataract surgery. “We have soft lenses for myopia. Gas permeable if you want extended wear. Classic hard ones for astigmatism.”
Gary’s head pivoted on a swivel like the turret guns on a Sherman tank, tracing the nurses as they moved among exam rooms.
Pat sniffed. “What have you got for wanderers?”
I wonder if ghosts are real. If they are I don’t want to see it.
I wonder what rainbows taste like, maybe cotton candy?
I wonder how many stars are in the sky, probably more than a gazillion billion.
I wonder what happens to people when they die. My Granma died a few months ago and it makes my mom very sad. She says Granma is in heaven now, but then shouldn’t that make us happy?
“Er uhm” Mrs Robinson said, clearing her throat. “This is… surprisingly good, Johnny. But the topic was wanderer - a person who wanders - not wonder.”