Tuesday, November 14, 2006

A Short, Stupid Story

A ray of sunshine slanting through the window hit Allen’s face and woke him up from a long night’s sleep. He rubbed his eyes, yawned and stretched his arms.

His right arm tapped something in the bed next to him, something hard. He looked to his right to see a five-foot bug lying on its back in bed next to him. The thing’s six skinny bug legs stuck up in the air, writhing helplessly. A long, feathery antenna stroked Allen’s arm.

Allen leaped out of bed.

“Damn it, Joan,” he yelled, “have you been reading Kafka again?!”



Anonymous said...

Ha! I was thinking of Kafka before the punch line. Do I get a prize? :-)

Myrhaf said...

Yes, your prize is you have to read "The Trial" by Kafka.

Anonymous said...

Me thinks you would be a vicious teacher.

Myrhaf said...

They should make the prisoners at Guantanamo Bay read Kafka. They'd be crying out for a return to waterboarding.

Anonymous said...

And if one of them wouldn't break over Kafka, they should try reading Gertrude Stein.

I'd almost feel sorry for the beggars. Almost.