Microfiction: Mai Tuna

50-word stories for those on the go

Mai Tuna

Mr. Mai stared into the parlor mirror, needle in hand. He admired the artistry of his company’s logo, inked by his own fish-smelling hands. Mai Tuna permanently decorated his bicep.

He stepped out the door with a smug grin, unaware that the unreflected logo read:

I AM
A NUT

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