For years I tried to cure him of his addiction, but no matter what I put in his ice cream (peas & carrots, oil & water, needle & thread) Abbot would gobble it up as if he hadn’t eaten a thing since Costello left him for that Brad Pitt looking bartender from The Brass Rail. He was eating his feelings, we all knew it. Love will do that to you especially if it is cursed to begin with. Finally he met Laverne. She wasn’t the best looking of dames, but she changed him for the better…or so we thought.
Written for the Genre Shorties Group based on this week’s prompt. One hundred words exactly!
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