Well, thanks to the post below, lots of mini-sagas have been filling our inboxes here at the Pink Tank. (Remember, class: It’s exactly 50 words — not around 50 words.) My favorite so far comes from a reader who (perhaps understandably) didn’t want me to use his or her name.

When he first glanced across the airport, he couldn’t believe his eyes. The hair. The make-up. It was unmistakable. That was his first love from so many years ago. He’ll never forget that first kiss — the excitement, the searing passion. But he was puzzled — when did she become a man?


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