74/100 Days of Creativity: Kansas, I’ve Arrived

The Scarecrow listened carefully, and said, “I cannot understand why you should wish to leave this beautiful country and go back to the dry, gray place you call Kansas.”

“That is because you have no brains,” answered the girl. “No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.”

After three days following the road north, I sink into bed, malmö.


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:
malmö adj.
happily tired.

Tomorrow’s word:
zugdidi n.
The last dirty cup that materialises just after you start the dishwasher.