Short Story: Potato Peeling

With infuriating slowness, he peeled the potatoes, one scraggly patch at a time.

“I’m not going to do your part just because you’re slow. Our dinner will just become supper instead.”

The potato skins suddenly became beautiful long ribbons, filling the bowl at a faster pace.

“Much better.”

~End~

 

Genre: slice of life

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Posted on September 11, 2019, in Short Stories and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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