| A Very Short Story
For a bit of extra credit, I was supposed to write a one paragraph short story about a comedian. Yep, a very, VERY short story. I wanted to know what you thought of it.
OO “So, have you heard about… about what, uh, did you hear about the terrifying smoke-blowing monster in New York City? Horrible, horrible. It’s a real ugly thing too. But some people don’t seem to mind it, can you believe it? Yeah, I can’t believe people actually like Rush Limbaugh!” I chuckled nervously and wiped off pearls of sweat from my brow. That joke was supposed to have a much better delivery, but my mind was swirling with incomprehensible, nonsensical nodes of thought.
Silence had a tight grip on most of the audience, except for a few kind souls that let out a half-hearted laugh birthed from pity.
OO “Um, so yeah, did you hear about the archaeologist whose career is in the ruins?”
Twisting the bottom of my shirt between my hands, I searched my brain for a better joke. My eyes darted back and forth like a madman. I could think of nothing! I drew a total blank. Praying to whatever deity might be listening at the time, I screamed in my head for this night to end, or to be swiftly delivered from this pain.
OO I do not know what god I was praying to, but he must have been in a curious mood, for he answered my pleas quickly and literally. My knees buckled, I fell to the floor with a bang. And that moment, the very moment where I sustained such an injury that I gave up the ghost, my body and my soul separated…
The audience laughed. I wish I would have known sooner that they loved slapstick.
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