The Stuttering Fool
Sep 9th, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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“She sells sea shells by the seashore.”
I practiced ’til my eighteenth birthday. My last day of stuttering.
“I will ask Betty Montgomery on a date,” I told myself.
When I walked onto the beach behind her sea shell stand, I heard her say to her friend, Jill: “He’s such a stuttering fool.” She was talking about me. I couldn’t ask her but I stayed stutter free.
I bumped into her at the grocery store yesterday.
“Damn, you look good!” Time had been good to her too but I couldn’t tell her.
“Who was that, Pa-Pa?” My grandson asked.
“Nobody.”
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