An Attempt at Comedy

This short short story was written for, and first appeared in, the 81 words website. I have included it here in full:

Story 049

The Morning Rush

by Nick Fairclough

His son was mucking about.

Bag wasn’t packed… Teeth weren’t brushed… Shoes weren’t on… How many times can one ask?

The father was becoming increasingly frustrated. His forehead resembled a deformed mountain range, the wrinkles caving in, collapsing like a landslide.

“Look at the time,” the father shouted as he pointed to the clock hanging on the wall. “It’s twenty past eight.”

His son looked up to where his father had pointed, and yelled back, “Twenty isn’t even on a clock.”

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