How many times have I tried to craft a prosthetic leg for me ?
Zillions. Results? Nada.
Last night attempt was closest to success number one. I only had to polish a stainless steel section.
And Yolande showed up.
She tried to speak above the sander noise. I couldn’t bear seeing her distorted face so I turned the machine off.
“Again, let there be orgies in this room.”
Blood rushed out of my face straight to my foot.
“How many times have you said it ?”
“Three, why ?”
“Oh boy. Third time’s a charm” I said dropping the tube on the floor.
This post is an answer to today’s Dailypost prompt : History of Language.
This story is a part of my summer writing challenge : writing a 100 word story everyday, the 32nd installment.
I hope you will like today’s story and please do not hesitate to leave a comment.