Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff for challenging us writers to come up with a 100 word story each week. Aristotle said that all drama, all stories, must have a beginning, a middle, and an end. Good advice. But last I heard, Aristotle is dead. All the same it’s good advice.
Prompted by this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo, and flying in the face of Aristotle’s dictum, see Bumba’s modest contribution, which is a silly joke.
“Holy Moly, guacamole! Will you look at that?”
“That’s right, Bill. You got some bad damage there. But let me tell you, it could be worse.”
“Whaddaya mean it could be worse? There’s tire damage, the trunk, the door. And last week my insurance expired!”
“Still, it could be worse….”
“What could be worse? You see those parking tickets on the front windshield? Well, when my wife saw those tickets she fainted. She’s at the ‘mergency room……”
“Still, it could be worse”
“What could be worse? The doggone ambulance had an accident on the way to the hospital! I have no car, no insurance, wife in the hospital…….”
“Still. It could be worse”
“Whattaya mean it could be worse? What could be worse?”
“It coulda been me.”