Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on December 8, 2021 by Jan Wilberg
Because Randolph has his jaw wired shut, he is forced to refuse the kind offer of a ham and cheese sandwich. He tries to ask for a milkshake or a protein shake, even better, but the words between his clenched teeth are flat and flavorless. The lady brings him a carton of chocolate milk with a straw. He unwraps the straw and opens the carton. The milk tastes like tables and the sawdust the janitor would spread on the lunchroom floor when a sick kid came to school. The lady brings him a second carton even though he didn’t ask.
Category: 100 Word Stories


What happens here on Red's Wrap is all over the map. There is no single theme, no overarching gripe, no malady of my own or others that dominates. I write about what seems important or interesting at the moment and what aims me toward hope. I write stories, essays, poems - whatever fits the day and the mood. Nothing stays the same, here or anywhere. That's a good thing. Happiness. It's relative.
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