Nancy pushed the drapes gently apart and watched Mr. Diedrich from across the road step out of his home.
First, he fished out a hanky and wiped the doorknob. Then he stepped back two paces and bowed to an invisible person. Next, he bent to the ground and touched it with his index finger. Finally, he adjusted his coat lapels, laughed, clicked his heels and skipped down the street.
Nancy pursed her lips. ‘That man’s touched in the head. He does this everyday!’
Her husband smiled indulgently. ‘Just because he has an unusual routine you can’t label him as mental.’
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.