Maybe it was because he was foreign. Maybe it was because he had an unkind face. Maybe he just didn't understand English as well as he should. Whatever the reason, no one ever seemed to like him.
Everywhere he went it was always the same:
"So, what's your name?" the stranger would ask.
"Fuhqueue," he would reply.
"I was just asking, asshole!" the irate stranger would say before turning to walk off.
But life went on. College. Marriage. Child. He only hoped his newly born son would have a better go of life than he did.
His son, Fuhqueue Jr.
Christopher over 7 years ago
The drabble doesn't bear close scrutiny, because I imagine his wife would've clued him in about his name at some point. Who knows? Maybe her name is Pissoff.
Christopher over 7 years ago
Thanks for reading, Robbin! It's been kind of quiet around here.
Christopher over 7 years ago
Poor Junior!