"Family is useless. In plain logical terms." Her philosophy professor had said years ago, "They perform no function that someone isn't easily able to buy from institutions. The capitalist system renders family obsolete..."
He was righter than right...
Bleep. Bleep. Bleep.
The discreet security scanner fixed to her ear is going off incessantly, getting on her nerves.
How many are dead by now? Is it a bomb threat? Bank Robbery? Ugh, these lycra tights make my ass look huge...
"Mommy, I want my yellow shirt tonight. Tomorrow's yellow day at school." Her daughter had requested so very sweetly.
"Honey, I can't make it to the dry cleaners tonight. I need you to pick up my Armani suit. Please!" Her husband had pleaded, so very earnestly.
She narrows her eyes at a blatantly gawking tattoed teen, "What are you staring at punk?"
The gold wrist bands clink as she turns on the rinse cycle.
I need a new costume...
Note:
Word Count: 160Inspired by my hilarious philosophy professor. He says that superheroes cannot have families.
"Darling, I'm hungry...how about a sandwich? You can save that rogue train later..." (Catwoman's husband)
"Beta Dahi letay huay aana."-(Spiderman's Mom)
Makes sense huh?
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Short StoryThose random thoughts that can inspire literary drivel. Short stories are all about saying big ideas in small paragraphs. This book will aspire to reach pinnacles of inspirational (or even completely Rubbish/Baloney/Hogwash/Balderdash/Tripe/Drivel...