The Joker
Two guys walk into a bar; the third one ducks.
Two guys walk into a bar; the third one ducks.
“I’d love to, babe, but my phone’s just about out of juice!
The white line on the highway blurred and steadied.
Let’s get the moral of the story up front, shall we?
I can’t find the time to write.
Doug leans back in his Lazyboy and stretches his arms over his head with laced fingers.
I relish the fine minutia of perfection.
I hear them, wriggling and squirming, first to my left, then my right, and then it filled my whole world with noise.
“But what if I hold it like this?
Benny walked into my cubicle and his smile vanished.
Something green.
“I know what you did,” said the voice and hung up.