Otterbox
A friend challenged me to compose a complete story in 100 words or less which had to include the phrase “then Jen showed Tawn her otterbox.” Never one to back down from a gauntlet thrown at my feet, I came up with the following micro-story. Note: I did cheat just a little bit by not including the 6 word phrase in my total word count. My entry comes to exactly 106 words. Enjoy!
Giggling, the two girls scurried one by one up the gently swaying rope ladder to the rickety tree house. The wind had died down, easing the grownup’s fears that the structure – built by Jen’s grandfather – would not be carried away to Oz with the girls inside.
Eyes bright and breath labored in excitement, Jen secured the “No Boys Allowed” sign to the ancient green blanket they used as a door and turned with a conspiratorial grin. Then Jen showed Tawn her otterbox. Sunlight illuminated it through a gap in the roof.
Tawn gasped, “It’s beautiful! Can I hold it?”
Jen laughed, elated.