About the Newsletter
Welcome to the third edition of Quirky Quickies. You will enjoy 100-word fictional stories that will delight your senses and bring a smile to your face. Every Monday and Thursday, I will publish an issue including three stories.
I aim to brighten your day and keep you coming back for more!
If you missed the first issue, check it out for the first three stories and further details about the newsletter. The second issue is available as well!
Without further ado, onto the Drabbles!
Three Quirky Quickies
Preteen Drama, Drama!
“Five more minutes!”
The standard response from Erin’s ten-year-old daughter, Julie, rang through the house.
“No! Brush your teeth — NOW!” Déjà vu was a regular fixture in the Thompson household.
“Whatever!” Julie stomped out of her room and into the bathroom. Erin breathed deeply.
After a few minutes, Julie gallantly strode up to her mother, head held high. “I do not appreciate being yelled at like a slave.”
She walked off, proud of her retort. Erin stifled laughing.
As her daughter sauntered to her room, her pajama shorts were stuffed into her underwear — showcasing a gloriously white butt.
Addicted to Coffee
John loved coffee.
It was not just his favorite beverage but was his passion. He had varieties of all beans: Arabica, Robusta, Excelsa, and Liberica.
His wife, Jane, knew this.
After fifteen years of marriage, this obsession never wavered.
It was endearing at first. However, it became a nuisance and source of contention.
One morning she played a prank.
She added licorice root to his first cup.
When he took a sip, his brows knit together. He looked at his wife. She smiled maliciously. He grinned, took a large gulp, and sighed, “How did you know I love black licorice?”
Misunderstanding Mania
My husband and I went to Mexico for our honeymoon. In preparation, I learned Spanish.
The resort was majestic with white sands and turquoise waters. Everyone was gracious at my stumbling Spanish.
One evening, a Mexican man approached us. “¿Cuánto dinero?” I figured he was asking how much my dress cost since he pointed. I smiled, “$100 US Dollars.” He nodded, gave my husband money, and said, “Para chulo.”
It translated to “For cute.”
Confused, we shrugged. He screamed, “Chulo! Chulo!” Then, finally, “Proxeneta!” We opened our translator and realized “chulo” meant “cute” or “pimp.”
One guess what “proxeneta” meant.
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I liked all three, Erica. The last had me in stitches.
Very quirky Erica! Well done!