The Puppet Show [55-word story] | 1
He went to the fair with a rug under his arm,
outrolled it, lounged on an elbow, ready to enjoy
the puppet-show. Midday, sun overhead, he'd
secured a prime spot, perfect!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the narrator began . . .
his eyes drooped, drowsy. Applause awoke him.
He rolled up his rug and went home.
[Based on a tale often told by Ramakrishna Paramahamsa. The 55-word story is apparently a prose form enjoying some current trendiness. This was my first try.]
outrolled it, lounged on an elbow, ready to enjoy
the puppet-show. Midday, sun overhead, he'd
secured a prime spot, perfect!
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the narrator began . . .
his eyes drooped, drowsy. Applause awoke him.
He rolled up his rug and went home.
[Based on a tale often told by Ramakrishna Paramahamsa. The 55-word story is apparently a prose form enjoying some current trendiness. This was my first try.]
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