Microdosing Fiction - 80mg of a Service
Write 80 words based on the words: Service
Our prompt for today is SERVICE
Write a story in 80 words!
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I’m of service.
To my mother to be the son she wished for.
I’m of service.
To my father, who taught me to be the man I am.
I’m of service.
To my friends who chose to stick with me against my flaws.
I’m of service.
To the one who loves me despite everything and anything I am.
There are little ones to come… I can’t wait to be of service again.
Dealer’s Note:
I wrote this one at the airport, while looking at a café’s sign saying: service. My wife was in her happy wifecation mode. It’s not much of a story really, but it’s something that came from the inside. I hope you enjoyed it :)
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80 mg of Service
Sometimes I wish I could time-travel—not to meet a pharaoh or stop a war, but to the golden age of full-service gas stations. Windows cleaned. Oil checked. Human kindness, with a splash of windshield fluid. Not this cold self-service era where I pump in silence, questioning my life choices. Back then, even your car got more attention than most people do today. Honestly? I’d trade two apps and a podcast just to have someone wipe my mirrors and ask how I’m doing.
It could be worse, thought the marriage counselor. I could have Putin and Zelensky.
“Start small. Say something nice to the other about your marriage. Pick just one thing.”
Phil predictably went for the pocketbook. “I don’t hate the deduction come tax time.”
Randi couldn’t think of a single positive thing about the union and said so.
“Come on,” said the referee. “Go back to the very start.”
“Well, I’ll give you that,” said Randi. “It was a nice service.”