Dunya, Dunya

Forgetting what had happened last time, Dunya stuck her hand in the garbage disposal while it was running.

“Why, Dunya? Why do you do these things?

“I’m sorry, Mama. It won’t happen again.”  Dunya vowed. “I promise.”

“You promised last time. Tell me, why should I believe you now?”

“Because Mama,” Dunya began, “I’ve run out of hands.”

 

Susan Marie Shuman/SusanWritesPrecise
Dunya

 

The Daily Post

 

Author: The Abject Muse

Susan Marie Shuman is an author and freelance writer/editor who currently resides in the wilds of Birmingham, AL. She shares her life with four spoiled cats, several friends (not all of them imaginary) one husband and one step-son. When she's not working, Susan enjoys horseback riding, reading, taking her cats for a spin in their pet stroller, and taking naps. An ex-bartender, recovering crash test dummy and all-around late bloomer, Susan graduated from the University of South Alabama in 2004 with a BA in English. She minored in Russian. Long-range goals include visiting Israel, the Czech Republic and Liechtenstein. Susan is also planning to launch a micronation which would be called either Suzannistan or Eastern Suzanorovia.

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