You may be familiar with the expression, “He’s all thumbs.” Unlike Midas, nothing turns to gold, but is instantly reduced to a pile of rubble by the fumbling touch of this clumsy oaf.
Let’s look at the pros & cons of having ten thumbs:
Giving a “thumbs up” sign Picking your nose
Hitchhiking Giving prostate exams
Texting Playing the piano
I’m sure you can think of many more in each category. Your job is to add one or two in the comment section. Let’s see how many we can come up with.
If you’re new to Friday Flash Fiction, our diminutive leader, who clutches a purple crayon in her tiny digits, is Thumbelina Wisoff-Fields. If you’d like to participate in this exercise of madness, head over to her blog for step-by-step instructions. To view the ensemble of practicing fic-titioners in the writers in FFF Hollywood Squares Authors Block click here.
“Wow! Your Aunt Mary has quite a collection of umbrellas.”
“Yes, so many in fact that she’s started her own airline business.”
“You mean online, don’t you?”
“No. These umbrellas are for flying. People rent them to tour the town. It’s so much safer than walking or riding a scooter, and the view is fantastic.”
“That’s interesting. How’s business?”
“It’s really taken off. She has a large number of regular clients—all of whom are women.”
“I’m not surprised. It’s gotta be more comfortable than straddling a broom.”
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