A hundred worder for Friday Fictioneers.
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We’ve all been there. Wake up in the morning. Eyes wide open, staring unseeing at the ceiling. Arms stretched down by our sides. Rigid.
It’s tonight. The blind date. Fixed by the boss’s daughter. Three people to impress. The date, the daughter, the boss. Oh, the tyranny of society.
Must be informed, have opinions. Turn on radio, read serious magazine.
What to wear? What to wear? Open drawers, wardrobe doors. Last year’s, all last year’s. Oh, the tyranny of fashion.
What the hell. Mix and match. Who cares? It’s personality that counts. Screw the boss. And his daughter. Not the date.