Microfiction Monday #48

Susan from Stony River, welcomes us to Microfiction Monday,
where a picture paints just 140 characters.

If you’d like to join us, stop by Susan’s, pick up the picture prompt,
compose your story in 140 character (or less), post it,
and sign in at Susan’s place, then commence in the sharing!

Gender Confusion?

Tracy and Tony dressed for their draftboard interviews. Alas, Tony’s out-of-season white gloves blew their credibility. They were drafted.

49 thoughts on “Microfiction Monday #48

  1. LOL πŸ™‚ You’re so good at these.

    Thanks for stopping by tonight πŸ™‚ The comments on my blog are the part that make it the funnest πŸ˜› (It may not be a word, but I’m using it πŸ˜‰ )

  2. Thanks for the morning laugh. What made me laugh the most is the idea that army induction personnel would know about the rules for when ladies should or should not wear white gloves! Excellent story.

  3. I laughed at this Quilly, I am still chuckling. Poor Tony, I guess he should have checked what the best dressed woman was wearing this season. Well if all else fails they can sign up for the Local Playhouse Revival of La Cage Aux Folles. :} Nice one Quilly.

  4. You’re two draft dodgers should have talked to My trend setters.
    Then they would have known that white gloves are so yeasterdays news.
    Ha Ha, good one Quilly . Those white gloves really needed to b noticed and written about..
    Have a great day, sun is shining here and Fall is around the corner.

  5. But gosh darn it all–they did look pretty good in their outfits! I think they should leave them at home, though, once they’re sent off to boot-camp! LOL
    Have a wonderful week ahead. Cheers!

  6. .
    This is cute, Quilly. I am betting that neither of these guys will last the duration of their enlistment. πŸ™‚

    You know, our draftboard was lazy. We didn’t get interviews, just a letter saying to report to Omaha for induction. That was the only time I ever rode in a Pulman Sleeper car, going to Omaha for a physical and swearing in.

    My girls looked like yours, but they didn’t act goofy like yours unless you read that into the story. They went to the football game.

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