I misread a "call for submissions" notice and created this Drabble (a story in exactly 100 words) for a market that doesn't actually exist. But I kind of like it anyway. So here it is. SHATTERED GLASS
This is why you can’t have nice things,
Alice scolded herself as she picked up the shards of the vase she’d just
broken. She knew the voice in her head was not her own but belonged to her stepmother,
but even so, it hurt.
Alice was a
big girl and her bulk made her clumsy. She knew that. Her stepmother didn’t
need to be such a bitch about it. But then, she was a bitch about everything.
Even about the color of the tulips Alice had brought her. So, Alice had whacked
her over the head with the vase.
Oops!
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