Potato Peel – A 100 Word Story

You know the drill. Read it below. Listen through the player or this link. (No, really, listen this time.) Vote for it. Write your own.

Repeat.

“We will find a way out of this. I promise.”

She slapped my hand away from her face. “How stupid do you think I am? There’s only a hundred words in this story. Then we’re gone. Forever.”

I looked around the sparsely-described kitchen, desperate for a way out. My gaze landed on the bucket of potato peels Ma had left.

“That’s it!” I kissed Sally.

“What are you doing?”

“Remember when Ma had you peel potatoes? The thin peels would fill up twice as many baskets, right?” I held the sharp peeler up to the words. “Let’s get started.”

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