Genre: Saucy fiction
Word count: 100
“Gosh, you’re tall!” people keep saying to me. How the hell would they like it, if I came up to them and said, “You’re short”?
At my first school, I was the shortest in the class. Then I swear that Mum put a cake in my lunchbox with similar magical ingredients to the one Alice ate in Wonderland, but without the shrinking antidote.
There’s this cute fellow at university, who calls me “his Amazonian beauty”. His mates tease him about conversing with my breasts.
Oh, they of limited imagination. He’s a mathematician and knows all about how to handle figures.
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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories