Twittering Tales — Politically Incorrect

EF3017AE-8182-4D8C-B7CF-4935AD54C653“I’m glad that the company that made those little Valentine’s Day heart candies isn’t selling them this year,” Carol said.

“Why not? I liked them,” Donna said. “I thought they were sweet, both in sentiment and in taste.”

“They just aren’t appropriate in this day and age. #MeToo.”

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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales prompt. Photo credit: Skeeze on Pixabay.com. Also for Your Daily Word Prompt (sentiment.)

FYI, the New England Confectionery Company, or Necco, the company that made these candy hearts, known as “Sweethearts,” declared bankruptcy last year. Since then, the rights to Sweethearts were acquired by Spangler Candy Company last September. Because of the change, Sweethearts will not be sold for Valentine’s Day this year, but will be available again next year.

All in the Family

382fabbe-624f-49ef-afef-8d5ff3cdefc4“Well, Becky,” the man said to Rebecca, “you’ve certainly changed since the last time I saw you. You were, I think, maybe ten of eleven at the time and a spoiled, immature girl who I thought would surely end up sad and alone. But look at you now. You’ve gone through quite a metamorphosis from an ugly caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly.”

“It’s Rebecca,” she said, a bitter coldness in her voice. “I remember you. Your unwanted and inappropriate advances toward me, ugly caterpillar that you claim I was, created a lot of turbulence in my young life. You almost broke me and I still hold a lot of resentment directed toward you for what you did to me.”

“Becky,” he said, “I gave you attention when no one else would. I touched you in a way no other man would. You should be thanking me for what I did for you.”

“I will thank you to lumber your fat, old, ugly ass to your car and to motor you way back to whatever hole you live in and to stay out of my life forever,” Rebecca said. “If I ever see you again, I promise I will tell the police, the newspapers, and anyone who will listen exactly what you did to me when I was not even 12 years old. I will totally ruin your sad and depraved life just as you almost ruined mine.”

“Fine,” he said. “Just promise you won’t ever tell your mother.”

“My mother knows. Why did you think she hasn’t spoken to you in two decades, Uncle Bob?”


Written for these one-word prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (immature), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (metamorphosis), Michael’s Writing Prompt (turbulence), Your Daily Word Prompt (resentment), Ragtag Daily Prompt (lumber), and Daily Addictions (motor).