Yeah. Don’t even ask about this one. First, yes I know this is a week late getting posted. Getting behind started last Saturday when I pulled out my lower back carrying a bucket of wet mortar up a ladder. Why was I carrying a bucket of wet mortar up a ladder? Come to my house and stand under the ladder. I’ll teach you to ask stupid questions.
In my defense, I did write half this story and then was going to finish it and post it the day I hurt myself. So it was mostly all there, inside my head, just waiting to come out. Strangely enough, this story came out kind of like Margaret’s mookie. Maybe it should have just stayed inside, I dunno. I’ll let you be the judge of that.
Title: Margaret Miller Makes a Mookie
Word count: 1,900
Synopsis: What do you get when you mix menopause and sweet potatoes together? Mookies, of course.
Genre: Something just . . . weird.
Completed: Week ending November 25, 2018