A conglomerate of ludicrous houses sat opposite a cornucopia of desolate lots. Unspectacular, yet Penelope liked the juxtaposition. She stood in the middle of the road, her toes curled in perturbation. The cockamamie events of the past day flummoxed her. Her floccinaucinihilipilification of everything had aggravated Peter and it enervated him. He had become taciturn yet apoplectic. She felt the tension of diaspora within her household. The residuum of a recently masticated meal lingered in her mouth, as did the effrontery of her morning’s enunciation. Brakes screeched.

Kim.

Written by: Zach.
Tags: 87 word short story, writing.