After churning through Invitation, Split Quarters, and Falling Chase, I turned my attention to the last micro-tale for the month. Despite my struggles with writing comedies, I realized that two hundred and fifty words are an excellent platform to work on my comedy chops. With the small footprint, I could focus on building around the punch line. However, no matter how much effort I pour into the story’s punchline, if the narrative is poor, the jokes won’t land. As a result, in order to find my starting point, I tossed a couple of my story cubes and wracked my brain to come up with a tale centering on a phone and a bug.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long before my churning neurons discovered the kernel of an interesting story. After applying a bit of metaphorical water and fertilizer, the brief tale took shape and unfolded upon the screen in my mind’s eye.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
“Max, what are you talking about?”
“I can’t be any clearer,” Maxwell said, pacing about the small bedroom. He lifted the lid from the miniature wooden box as a sigh rushed past his lips. “There’s nothing inside this container.”
“Are you certain you’ve examined the right one?”
Maxwell’s chest swelled as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Sean, unless this tiny box contains a false bottom, you’re mistaken.”
“You are overlooking it.”
Maxwell pulled the phone from his ear and tapped his forehead with the device as his free fingernails dug into his palm and his chest deflated. “Where else could your precious box be? Because there isn’t another container anywhere in sight.”
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