Photo: Hammer on an Anvil by Lilla Frerichs
(100 -Word Fiction)
Poor Mike. His first day at work as an apprentice, and they sent him to the stores for a Left Handed Hammer.
He hunted for it high and low, and asked everyone he saw – but all he received was laughter and a shake of the head. Of course, it was not to be found. But Mike was nothing, if not resourceful.
He returned two hours later – after being given a long weight – with a whole shopping list of alternatives: a tin of tartan paint, a box of sky-hooks, a glass hammer and a tin of elbow grease. Good lad!