62/100 Days of Creativity: The End is Nigh

I’m proud to admit that in all my 83 years I’ve never been to McDonald’s. Don and I have fish and chips once a year, and that’s it. There’s nothing like home cooking.

I’m only going to McDonald’s because our grandson Liam has come to visit. He’s such a fussy eater, I don’t know what to feed him. All he can talk about is how great McDonald’s is. I order a Big Mac and a chocolate shake. When it arrives I’m a wee bit potto but Liam tells me this is normal. Everything always looks bigger and better on the menu.


For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.

Today’s word:
potto adj.
Confused by the dish put in front of you, because it doesn’t look anything like the description in the menu.

Tomorrow’s word:
eccup n.
The mug that nobody uses because Grandad once kept his false teeth in it.