Bork, a Run-in-a-Circle- Jump-Up-and-Fall--Down clown, did not understand one erstwhile friend, who billed himself as Frank N. Clown. Where was the funny, frightening gullible marks into messing their pants?
Bork confronted Frank.
“I challenge you to a clown duel”
Frank accepted. He brought along a black case.
Bork ran his best routine, ending with a smile and fan-wave.
Frank’s turn.
Frank advanced. His opened case inserted a claw into Bork’s chest, extracting the heart.
Bork’s eyes bugged, the way eyes bug in cartoons.
“Now, that’s funny,” Frank announced. “You win.”
@edgarblythe,
I laughed out loud. Lovely humor. Frank cracked me up. "You win."
@Lash,
Thanks, lash. I'm looking for something better for the contest. That was my first completed effort.
I did not realize there is a $15 fee to submit a story. I'm out.
He wore his face covered with curiosity. His eyes were sacrilegious. He listened with his eyes. Everyone in his line of sight felt invisible and not just a little violated. His nose had been broken once and his ears belied the gaunt lines of his cheek and jaw. He lived in the apartment created in the attic of a Victorian house. Mature elm trees obscured the loft where he sat in the open window. People worked in the offices on the two floors below his attic. After five he was alone in the house. She came in silence, poured tea.
@dyslexia,
I like this one better than the first, dys.
She heard words a full second before she heard them, often as not, incorrectly. As a word left his lips she had already heard it. It seemed mechanical to her, just sound, traveling faster than sounds travel . Not in an eerie way, more like reading lips. This was difficult for Mark as he commonly altered his words at the same time as he said them so that he was never sure which words she heard, the ones he meant to say or the words she thought she heard. His words slowed as did the lapse in her hearing them.
@dyslexia,
You are getting really good at this, dys.
@dyslexia,
It takes me from other projects, so I gave it up.
