Litmus, Litmus on the Wall

I decided to write a drabble to today’s prompt at The Daily Post. I might not have answered the prompt as I was meant to, but you’ll get the picture.

 Litmus, Litmus on the WallFrowning young man

If you had to come up with one question, the answer to which would determine whether or not you could be friends with a person you’ve just met, what would it be? What would the right answer be?


Andres felt so fucking lucky. He gazed into John’s eyes and fantasised about ripping his clothes off. He couldn’t believe they were in this fancy restaurant together. John was like the hottest man on Earth! A waitress interrupted the gazing by asking if they wanted to order desert in accented English. Andres shook his head and the girl continued to the next table.

“Fucking foreigners! Coming here and stealing our jobs. Sickening.”

Glass shards clattered as Andres’ dream shattered. How could he have been so wrong? John’s surprised yelp as Andes’ wine splashed over his face wasn’t satisfaction enough. Sickening.


photo credit: Sitting in shadow via photopin (license)

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