(150 words) Suffocating Justin Beiber

“I had the weirdest dream last night.”

“Suffocating Justin Beiber with a sequined pillow, again?”

“No, but that one is delicious though. I was working behind a burger counter, with the Madonna headset. I was working retail, can you imagine? Anyways, I was working the counter and these three guys come in, big bears and they start ordering, and keep ordering. And instead of a dollar amount, their order came up in grams of fat and calorie count. They just kept ordering mini tacos, and nacho platters, and then they ordered an extra large onion rings. A giant prize bell rang, and confetti fell from the ceiling. The lead bear got a sash and a crown, “Miss Fat Grams” and he’s all tears and his friends are hugging him with congratulations. I can remember every detail. What do you think it means?”

“Your subconscious is a frightening hot mess is what it means.”


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This post is an excerpt from my book “Brief Moments: a collection of short stories” available on Amazon.com in paperback & Kindle eBook.