Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.
Joey wished real hard and he prayed real long. Every day. Every day, he wished and every day he prayed. One morning, God granted him his wish and answered his prayers.
Joey’s Dad came down the stairs in a big hurry. He found Joey’s Mom in the kitchen.
“Why the fuck is Al ‘Grandpa’ Lewis from The Munsters in the upstairs bathroom?” Joey’s Dad jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the stairs.
“Joey wished him back to life,” Joey’s Mom stated in an even voice. She’d been practicing her even tone of voice all morning.
“He wished Al ‘Grandpa’ Lewis from The Munsters back to life. It’s beautiful. It’s a miracle.”
“It’s neither of those things,” declared Joey’s Dad! “There’s a very confused man-vampire in the upstairs bathroom, and he’s not happy! Where is Joey, now?”
“He’s at school!”
“He’s at school? He resurrected the dead and threw it in our lap while he’s at school?”
Joey’s Mom absently arranged the forks and spoons on the kitchen counter. She thought for a moment.
“Joey has been wishing and praying for years. Years! This is what he wanted, and it came true. I know it wasn’t what we expected, but we have to believe in him, to trust him, and we have to believe that Al ‘Grandpa’ Lewis was brought back to life for some reason that is greater than our understanding.”
A series of small thuds reverberated from upstairs. Joey’s Parents knew that bewildered Al ‘Grandpa’ Lewis had knocked over the decorative wooden bowls near the bathroom door. New visitors to their home always did that. The bowls were arranged in an inconvenient fashion.
“This,” asked Joey’s Dad, pointing at the ceiling, “was what he was praying for?”
“I guess so.”
“I thought he was praying about his aunt or about soldiers in Iraq or something.”
“No. He wasn’t.”
“He was praying for Al ‘Grandpa’ Lewis to come back to life?”
“Herman!” blared Al ‘Grandpa’ Lewis from upstairs. His voice bounced off the recently installed tile.
“I didn’t even know Joey was such a fan of The Munsters,” said Joey’s Dad, leaning unsteadily against the kitchen counter.
“I didn’t knew, either,” Joey’s Mom said, quietly. “I guess he was.”
“I guess he was! Well, you’re correct. He was a big enough fan of The Munsters to pray with such dedication to bring one of its stars back to life. Why didn’t he pray for John F Kennedy to come back to life? Why didn’t he pray for Hitler to drown as a child?”
“We can’t pressure him.”
“When word gets out that our son prayed Al ‘Grandpa’ Lewis from The Munsters back from beyond the grave, do you know how people are going to react? Can you imagine? Can you imagine how much television we must have let him watch? Last year, Diane Eloise’s son gets killed in a motorcycle accident. She’s inconsolable, and our son decides that the person he will resurrect is Al ‘Grandpa’ Lewis from The Munsters.”
Joey’s Mom slammed the palms of her hands against the formica countertop. She burst into tears.
“He was on Car 54, Where Are You, too,” she hissed between sobs.
Joey’s Dad stared at here, long and hard. There was an iciness growing around him that she did not like.
A knock at the door, which was unusual. Visitors tended to ring the bell.
Before he could move, she ran out of the kitchen.
He heard her open the door. He heard soft muttering. Stifled tears.
She walked back to the kitchen. Her eyes were bleary and red. Her mouth was slightly open.
He had to protect her. He took her hand. She rested her forehead against his shoulder.
She spoke in a soft, tired voice.
“It’s Richard Deacon from The Dick Van Dyke Show. He doesn’t know what’s going on.”