Here’s August’s (Why Not?) Third Sunday Write For September

So what the heck, I don’t expect to post my results in the Bloomington Writers Guild’s “Third Sunday Write” (Virtual Edition, cf. July 18 — yes, we post them sometimes a day or two in advance — et al.) every month, but one evil of Facebook is that you might on occasion keep being reminded of certain things beyond their time.  And, this being one, I’m becoming fonder of what I had posted for August 16.  [image error]The prompt had been, simply, “Tell me a story”:

I told her a story about a story, that is to say the second level above the street of the world’s tallest building, the Basketball Tower in Lazy City.  As you might imagine, it was the nation’s top choice for committing suicide, except that Lazy City had gotten its name because all who came there were . . . well, lazy.  Few were willing to climb as far as even the third floor, so the building’s owners, always accommodating, enlarged the second story’s windows, fitting them out with diving boards, slides, even bungee cords for those who might have last-minute second thoughts. It was on their part a noble gesture, but the suicide success rate was strangely mixed, many trying twice, ten times, even a hundred times or more before finally giving up due to continued unsatisfactory results.  For them, you see, it had become a story that had no end.

And so there, for better or worse, you have it.  The next third Sunday will be September 20, ten days from today, so perhaps I shall have something here for then.

Or, again, maybe not.