100 word microfiction. Genre: lesbian romance. Activity: Building furniture. Word: Merit
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We spread the pieces across the floor. I start counting, recounting, rearranging, reading the pieces like tarot.
Will it work?
Will we work?
Will it fit?
Will we?
She hands me the allen wrench. I pass it back. Decipher the instructions.
"The girl scouts have a merit badge for this shit now."
"All those camps are run by lesbians, Delia," she raises an eyebrow.
"Don't you know it," I nod, lying back, my head on her thigh, my hand on her foot. I tell the story of my old troop, finding my way, getting lost, getting found.
By her.
YES.
ReplyDeleteDITTO. And it sounds like Ikea has scarred us both.
ReplyDeleteMy house's second floor has a staircase that is not designed for adults--I have to stoop to not bump my head. It is impossible to move any furniture larger than a desk chair up there that isn't flat pack. Maeve's dresser, desk, bed, and Sophia's dresser and bed are all IKEA. They're nice and I like them...but they are now part of the house since there would be no way to bring them downstairs if I move.
ReplyDeleteOooh, I love it.
ReplyDeletePerfect -- I was hoping someone would use merit in that way!
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