His expression told me I had shocked him, and I was grateful my response to his assault was visible to most of our guests. Grateful too that I had decided on acrylic nails, these were going to leave a mark.
Seeing I was unharmed, my beloved whispered, ‘they’re waiting for us to cut the cake.’
I released my death grip on the old man’s bruised scrotum and entered the banquet hall. His vile voice silenced, his florid face tear-streaked.
Smiling my sweetest smile, I turned to my father-in-law, “you won’t be forgetting your manners again, will you?”
* This week’s 100 Words is a continuation of the last Challenge: Never assume
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Forgetting.’
Thin spiral notebook 
Oh my…bruised scrotum? Yikes, now THAT sends a message.
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Although I generally am not one to condone violence I must say, I love it!
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A great piece of writing.
As someone above said, “Ouch!” – no wonder his face was “tear-streaked”
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YES!!!! Brava, Ms. Manners, Brava!
I love it when it comes out right in the end – as it should. 🙂
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Ouch.
Deserved, of course, but still… ouch. lol
nice one 🙂
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Whoa!
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Fabulous! I’d like to impart that action on a few people I know:-)
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Very good, entertaining and gripping. I must read the last one if this is a continuation.
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Ouch. Good choice with the acrylics.
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uh…ow…seriously
This is a continuation from the other 100 words, right? Very gripping, in more ways than one.
good job, Tar Rah
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