Thursday:
He looked into the mirror: “I’m ugly.” He went off to work, passed through a drive-thru coffee store, but they didn’t have any more sugar. “That’s probably better. I don’t want to be ugly and diabetic.”
Friday:
He looked into the mirror: “I’m ugly.” He went off to work, and wore his normal business clothes even though it was casual Friday. “What’s the use? I’m sure my clothes are ugly anyway.”
Saturday:
He put his glasses on. He looked into the mirror.
“Hey, I don’t look half bad!” He smiled, went for a walk and appreciated the world.
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