A Story In 100 Words

They tested each other beyond endurance to see who would yield first. One was content not to move. The other content not to push. It was the opposite of the irresistible force versus the immovable object.

There was no end in sight. Nary a blink nor a whisper. It was, to the untrained observer, as if neither knew of the other’s existence.

“I told you, if you don’t finish your dinner, you can’t leave the table.”

“And I told you, Mother, that I would rather die than eat any more of this broccoli.”