This is my first try at Friday Fictioneers
I first saw it at The BumbleFiles I wanted to try it, it seemed so much fun.
The remote control twisted between my hands. I promised I would remove the batteries from the remote every time I said a dirty word. I can’t believe I said that many words in the past week. I tapped the counter now with the remote.
This wasn’t a punishment, like putting money in the jar for every bad word. This was meant to show me how foul my language was. I didn’t believed my friends when they told me how bad my language was. I looked at the full jar. I was ashamed of myself.