The Missig Lik
Rufus woke up one day in a world in which the letter N had disappeared, both upper and lower case. At first this didn't seem like a problem until he remembered that his last name, Thornton, had included n's. He had liked that name, thought it poetic. When he was a kid he played with it. Thorn Town. Thorny Tongue (eeuooo). Without the letters, his last name was now Thorto. There it was on his checks, on his incoming mail. On his driver's licese. He did't thik he liked that at all, people comin roud chagig thigs whe he had bee asleep.
He wet out, restless, drove aroud. A great may thigs were still uchaged. The Pharmacy. Barber Shop---though it had impacted the Beauty Salo. Marketplace was still there, but ow it was Giat Eagle. Fuy, you had o idea how importat one small miscellaeous letter could be. His car had seamlessly become a Hoda, it was right there o the hood i stailess steel or chrome, whatever that metal was. It did't seem right. He ever got to vote o this. He wodered---
Wha will hey hik of ex? oyig wih your brai?