A 99-word micro-fiction, by me.
I have elasticated amounts of disposable income. I spend it on clothes, comics, CDs, video-games, taxis, ready-meals, and Tesco’s Finest chocolate cookies. I have all the household appliances. I don’t have the time to do things by hand.
I’m lying. I have time. I just want to use it in an entirely different way. Even packing the dishwasher is a burden; unpacking it is just as annoying. I’d rather just use paper plates and plastic knives and forks, but Ellie says it’s bad for the environment.
‘But I’d still use a proper coffee mug, rinsed out. Occasionally’