Okay, okay; I know it’s Sunday. I didn’t see the post until this morning and got right on it. I call this 105-word piece “Little Billy:”
Billy spent a lot of time under the dining room table, listening. He enjoyed Uncle Igmar; his stories of medical school were filled with strange terms that caused Billy to imagine torture chambers. His second favorite was most likely Aunt Methilda, who earned her living as a mystery writer; she used Igmar and his stories as fodder for her books.
Billy had decided that he would grow up to be a detective; that way he could combine the talents of his two favorite relatives. Mother asked him what he was looking for with his magnifying glass one day; he replied, “Leave no kidney stone unturned!”