NYCMidnight started up their “Tweet Me a Story” contest again last night, and once again I’m taking a swing at it. Rules: entrants must write a 140-character-or-less story using the supplied word. Entrants had 5 hours to come up with up to three entries. My group’s word was BETTER. Here’s what I submitted, with titles added here for the fun of it:
“Dammit, could you be a better man just once in your life?”
“Oh, sure,” he laughed, lunging for her.
“Could you hurry?” she said, and fired.
From my blanket, I watched the surf. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
From his time machine, me from 2023 sighed. “No, it doesn’t.”
Dying to Know
“That’s it, I have to know. You’ve been with me and with Mike. Which one is the better man?”
I smiled. “The one who didn’t have to ask.”
I’ll keep you posted on the results, because you know you’re desperate to know. And here’s one that didn’t make the cut:
Keeping Your Spirits Up
“Are you feeling better, hon?”
“Did the nap help?”
“No, but finding the poison you used on me and slipping it in your tea did.”