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Thrifty Word Challenge, 100 Words #51: The Final Straw

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I am Louis XV’s deluge. I am the bus that runs so late you decide to walk instead. I am the final second of the final mile-per-hour wind gust that ripped off your roof. I am the 33rd Fahrenheit degree that killed Frosty, your snowman. I am the potato chip bag clinging to the vending machine’s coil and I refuse to budge. To some, I might be the tipping point. But I say unto them, “Woe to you, unfortunate optimist.” I am the final straw. I float about waiting to land seconds after the other shoe has dropped.

Another straw placed on a stack of thrifty word submissions — thanks for the challenge Marla Bishop and also you, the reader, and to the incorrigible folk of The Bad Influence.