I remember exactly when it happened; I was driving home from work. I had stopped at a red light and was tapping the steering wheel along to the music; Waterloo by ABBA, I think.
A mother and child crossed the road. The mother was wearing a pink pastel skirt and top, with a white blouse. The child, a girl, was wearing a pretty red dress. The mother was holding the little girl’s hand as they crossed.
Just as the music reached the finishing chorus, the little girl glanced over at me.
It was at that moment my moustache started speaking.
©DJA 2016
From the Compendium of One Hundred Word Stories
The Angry Farmer 
Still not exactly sure why but I actually got a belly laugh from this one. Good one!
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Hehehe thank you, I do love a bit of surreal humour. Ms Superior did say people will like it, but wish they hadn’t!
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