Removing his spectacles, he blinked, rubbed the fatigue from his eyes and put the glasses back on. Taking a deep breath, he tried again.
Ten minutes later, Arya walked in the door, chewing gum in that classic way that teenagers do.
‘Arya, come here. Tell me what this means.’
Sauntering over, she peered at the screen: Cn U PTB? TIA.
“It means, ‘Can you please text back? Thanks in advance.’
His eyes widened. ‘WHAT? Why can’t he say that then instead of this gibberish?’
‘Less is more, dad. Didn’t you know?’
‘Certainly takes me more time to figure this out.’
Welcome to The Moving Quill!
For this year’s A to Z Challenge, I’ve taken up the theme of
An Oxymoron rendered in micro-fiction.
Each day’s title will have one half of the oxymoron while the second half will be revealed towards the end of the post.
Follow me as I unravel each tale in exactly 100 words.