(My friend Bridg and I just did the math- That's 36,500 words! Unless our math is totally off.)
Here's Day 1 out of 365/2 drabbles. This one makes me want chicken fingers.
“You’re a sinner,” she said.
“Sinner, winner.” He threw his hands in the air, mimicking a scale in the swing of balance. “Chicken dinner. It’s all the same thing at the end of the day. The important part is repentance, when you get down to it. Isn’t that right, Mrs. Price?”
Mrs. Price adjusted one of the peacock feathers on her hat. It occurred to McElroy that Mrs. Price wasn’t a hat person. She was a fat person. Her remarkable attraction towards hats with large feathers was akin in his mind only to a hippo's appetite for plump pheasants. Trot out of the water, Mrs. Price, he thought with a grim smile. Waddle your gargantuan hippo legs onto shore and get that tasty pheasant.
“Except,” she trilled, unaware of his safari-esque reflection. “Except, you aren’t repenting, are you?"
McElroy looked shocked. “That is a matter between God and me. Do you wish to get between God and me, Mrs. Price?”
“No, but-”
“As always, your opinion is of the utmost importance to me, Mrs. Price. However, this is a matter where I’m afraid we’ll just have to agree to disagree.”
Mrs. Price slapped him across the face.
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