Two Ottos
Oct 1st, 2024 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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By the time he awoke that Saturday morning, Otto was exhausted. It was another night of running dreams – of being on a treadmill, getting no place fast. And, then, of the treadmill ratcheted up to greater and greater inclines.
How much more could he take?
Painfully, step after step, he stumbled into the kitchen. Were his feet blistered?
There, in the cage on the counter, was Little Otto, his hamster.
And on the ridiculous hamster wheel.
Little Otto’s legs moved faster and faster.
“Stop it.”
But Little Otto only sped up.
“At least wipe that damned smirk off your face.”
From Guest Contributor David Sydney
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