50 word stories 002 – Om #microfiction #50wordstories
“Om…. Om…” The Hare Krishnan pressed the George Harrison record into my hands and relieved me of my materialism.
“Om…. Om…” I said.
All my hair fell out on the bus. My clothes turned to saffron robes.
“Whatcher want for tea?” asked Mum.
“Boiled or fried?” she said.