Words can’t hurt me


He disgraced himself at their last soirée, corrupting keywords like some malapropian, backwoods rube. The muted snickers and blatant guffaws confused him, until someone finally corrected one of his faux pas.

All he needed was one ally. He had worked too hard to go back to being just okay. He wanted it all. He wanted to be part of the intelligentsia, not a target for their contempt.

Finagling a reluctant invitation to a holiday fête, he wended his way among the more affluent guests, dropping bons mots like bread crumbs, trying to find his way back into their erudite coterie.

Inspired by The Afters, “Never Going Back to OK

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