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. Every day, the lifeboat was in danger of sinking. Daryl stood 6 foot 3 and weighed 380 pounds. I sat at the other end of the lifeboat. I was smaller than Daryl. Daryl’s end of the boat would eventually wind up submerged, so he and I would have to hurry up and switch places to even out the displacement of water. Daryl claimed to have been around the world and to have seen unbelievable shit. Unfortunately, most of his time was spent griping about the Circuit City he used to work at. After a few days on the boat, Daryl told me something he claimed to have learned from a monk in Japan: ”There are great men and there are small men. Great men fear stagnation. Small men fear being revealed to their enemies. Tall women fear being mistaken for drag queens if they wear too much make-up.” With that, Daryl rolled over and fell into the ocean. “Ah, son of a bitch. Can’t swim,” he muttered before sinking out of sight.