(a 50-word story)
Passing the seventh floor, he mooned a board meeting.
She chided him, “Show some decorum.”
He laughed. No, he hooted, exhilarated.
“You’re not taking this seriously,” she said. “God will judge you in the end.”
He considered: If he’d had a “do-over,” he’d have chosen someone else to jump with.
2 thoughts on ““Wednesday””
A posthumous knighthood, eh?
Perhaps I should add that to my signatures in a premonitory fashion:
Lester W. Smith, Esq.
President, Wisconsin Fellowship of Poets
Anyone who moons board meetings deserves a knighthood, IMO
It must have been a long way down 🙂