Bushes rushed the main stage in stippled vests of firehoses denuded of the harlequin eyes and bull-rider teeth.
Raking the cellar floor, Odin said he had had enough of the way the concrete cracked at the light of dawn, body slammed by the body snatchers of St. Elizabeth’s hospital at a penny a pound. Ben Ezra forgot to shave on the day he first tried to fly over the cuckoo’s nest, but the wax and feather wings melted under the gaze of the warden. Odin tried to visit the following day, but a gnat in his teeth distracted him while driving, and he pulled his chariot hard into a ditch. Cell phones being out of service at that locale, he walked to the nearest convenient store and asked for a lift. Being given one, he wondered how he would ever find someone to install an elevator in Valhalla. Maybe Loki would have some spare time on his hands.
And that was the last we heard from the harlequin bull-riders of Elsinore.
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That first paragraph, oh mamma!!
Been working on the cold open. It’s how opens are best served.
Khan!!!
Dammit, Jim, he only thinks in two dimensions!
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I enjoyed this and the humour 🙂
Glad you liked it! 🙂
Beautiful! Odin drives chariot and he has cell phone.😁😁
🙂 It made me laugh too. 🙂
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OK this was a fun read. Thank you