It's Day 19, and here's Story #16 of my #astoryaday June Writing Challenge. And there's more where this one came from. I stayed up late last night and wrote 4 short stories, all of which I'll post today. Which means...drum roll, please...I will end this day with 19 stories and will officially be caught up. For today, at least. Enjoy! ~ JH
"What's In A Name?"
All my friends have stupid names.
I have a very close friend whose name is John Hammer, yet he insists on being called by his nickname: Jack.
Another dear friend of mine – bless his heart – is called Pete (though his given name is Peter) – and his last name is Moss.
I once dated a girl named Betty who was desperate to get married to somebody – anybody! – so she could leave behind her father's surname of Petty.
My current girlfriend is Kimberly Wemberley, and her BFF Anita was born a Mann. (She's currently single.)
I may come off as overly critical, but I really and truly love all of these people. (Except Betty – she was crazypants!) I simply question the names that they were given or choose to use.
Of course, I have absolutely no room to talk. My name is Henry Butts. And I go by Harry.