Love Dies an Ugly Death Under the Sink

Glenda Gloop, the Under the Sink Thing, rolled her one bulbous eye at Moribund the Shadow Thing.  She flutter-lashed and his belly trembled.

“You’re looking very… erm… gloppish today, Glenda.”

She giggled a drain-water gurgle.  Moribund fidgeted.  His valentine was being ignored after all he’d gone through.  He poked the box closer with a shadowy toe, hopeful.

To his horror, she yawned and began to snore.  He deflated like a punctured tire and glared at the two dwarves.

“It wasn’t my fault!” Derp squealed.  Herp fainted.

Exasperated, Moribund crammed his gift into her guzzawing mouth and swore off love forever.

The above is my entry for the 100-Word-Challenge.  The prompt was “It wasn’t my fault.”

Previous 100-word installments in the Moribund saga:

25 thoughts on “Love Dies an Ugly Death Under the Sink

    • I can’t wait for the next prompt. It’s going to be hard to wait for 2 weeks! I appreciate your reading and I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thank you!

    • I appreciate this feedback. I’ve serialized my weekly 100-word stories and have also been trying to make them stand-alone stories. I felt I hadn’t done as good a job this time when I published this, and I should have listened to myself. You win some, you lose some, and you learn. Thank you for reading!

  1. Another wonderful tale involving the great creatures you keep hidden under your sink.
    Just shows what hard work this whole ‘love’ business is.
    Thanks for a great read.

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