Friday Fictioneers – Bend Me Shape Me

(Author’s Note: I’ll be celebrating my 37th year of completed existence in a few days. This is how I feel right now!)

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©Sandra Crook

Bend Me Shape Me

by Miles H. Rost

Mark walked into the chiropractor’s office. The doc smiled at him, as he closed the door.

“How can we help you today?”

“Doctor, I think my back is starting to go. I keep waking up and not being able to get out of bed.”

“I think I got just the thing. It’ll bend you, shape you, do anything you want of it.”

They walked to the back room, where there was a bed with no sides. It looked like the shape of an I.

“What’s this?”

“It’s something new I came up with. It stretches you in different ways. I call it the I-rack!”

Mark ran out the door, never to return.

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7 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers – Bend Me Shape Me

  1. It feels to me that the shaping of us just keeps happening, so my motto is to write more and more as each birthday year passes. Liked the use of I

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